This is a re-post of an original poem by Marie Crider written in 2014. It is so cute that we just had to post it again this year! 😀 👏
I have to post this poem I wrote (mangled) last Christmas. It’s my favorite for obvious reasons. Just had to change one word.
‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through the villa,
not a creature was stirring, not even Godzilla (couldn’t think of another rhyme)
When, what to my wondering eyes should I hear, (I take liberties)
but a song and three Boys, not tiny, but Dear! (lots of liberties)
I saw Piero, Gianluca and Ignazio too,
up to my rooftop, to my living room they flew!
They were dressed all in Brioni, from their head to their foot,
but their clothes were all tarnished, with ashes and soot.
A bundle of love they had in their pack,
and they looked just like heaven, when I calmly stared back!
His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry! (that really is a line!)
Piero’s glasses were there, the color of cherry! (that one’s not)
Gian said not a word but went straight to his work
and filled all my dreams with songs and a perk!
He’d left me Ignazio all covered with bows
and giving a nod up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his Fiat, to Piero gave a whistle,
and away they both flew, like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim as they drove out of site,
“Happy Christmas to all, I hope Marie doesn’t bite!”
And for our friends in South America and beyond….
“Il Volo Is Coming To Town”
You better watch out!
You better not cry!
You better not pout!
I’m telling you why.
Il Volo is coming to town!
They’re planning their tour,
From coast to coast.
Gonna find out who loves them the most,
Il Volo is coming to town!
From town to town they’re singing
All of our favorite songs.
From Granada to Surrender
We all want to sing along!
Oh, you better watch out!
You better not cry!
You better not pout!
I’m telling you why.
Il Volo is coming to town!
Long musical interlude…
Piero, Gian, Ignazio
We love you all so much
Can’t wait until we see your smiles
Can’t wait to feel your touch!
Oh, you better watch out!
You better not cry!
You better not pout!
I’m telling you why.
Il Volo is coming
Oh yes they are coming
Il Volo is coming to town!