*Twas' the night before The DownTown Holiday Market
And all through the DMV not an exhibitor was sleeping not even those who were not going to set up for weeks. There houses were packed with art objects and such- soaps jewelry paintings scarfs maps and even hats The exhibitors were hoping wishing and praying that lots of customers would come down there and shop. The DMM team was all nested snug at there desks while visions of what could go wrong danced in their heads. Tom Rall in his hat and Mike Berman in his beard had just settled down to there PC and MAC. When down at the Holiday Market there rose such a clatter that Rudy Coates got on the phone and told them something was the matter.
They both tore down town in a flash. Mike was so upset his hair almost grew back. The moon, on the breast of new fallen snow gave the place an eerie glow. When, what to there wondering eyes should appear, but a man and some friends gone on not so long ago: on the wind could be heard a Coltrane riff, while the breeze blew and moaned like Dizzy and Miles.. Tom said , "hey man" it was John Harrod and crew...there was Alex Becky Gene Kent Larry and Mr. Booker too- Danny Bill Tom Cathy Marta and Mitch. To the top of the tents they sailed in a sench
*loosely based on the poem "Twas the night before Christmas" by: Clement Clark Moore (1822)
The Downtown Holiday Market