Tras' Epic Weekend Getaway

Merry Christmas Tras!

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A Christmas Poem

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Every Oak down in Oakville liked Christmas a lot

But me, West of Oakville, did not!

For those Oaks down in Oakville, found gift giving easy

But for me, West of Oakville, it wasn't so breezy!

 

Did this lack of ideas mean my heart was too small

Or that I couldn't be bothered to give it my all?

Well for fifty-five years, I’d been so bad at giving!

I vowed to get better at this whole Christmas living!

 

I slunk on the Worldweb, and found it unpleasant

To go ‘round those old shop-sites to look for a present!

Staring down at my laptop I could only see shite!

And if there’s one thing I hate! It’s Shite! Shite! Shite! Shite!

 

Then I had an idea, a Bras Bas idea.

Old me got a wonderful, Bras Bas idea!

 

Maybe Christmas, I thought, doesn’t come from a store.

Maybe Christmas, perhaps, takes so much more chore?

Then I loaded some apps and looked all around

And took out my cards and started to pound!

 

I reserved a hotel and seats on a flight

All the way down, to the town of delight!

And booked us a show with the men of tight pant

Who’ll throw the danseuses of the Balanchine Plant!

 

It comes without ribbons. It comes without tags!

It comes without packages, boxes or bags!

It’s not much at all, but it’s straight from the heart!

To the gorgeous Tras Blonde, my lovely French tart!