A Christmas Poem: Backstreet Style
Author Unknown
'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
The Backstreet Boys were stirring
Howie ironing his blouse
AJ was busy
Trying to get gel out of his hair
In hopes that St. Nick Carter
Soon would be there
Brian was nestled
All snug in his bed,
While visions of playing in the NBA
Danced in his head
And Howie in his kerchief,
And I in my cap,
Had just settled down
For a long winter's nap
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Tripped on the rug, and nearly busted my ass
On the way to the window, I heard Howie mutter
But ignoring his gibberish, I opened the shutter
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear
Than a jeep with a personalized license plate strung on the rear
With a tall, young driver, his hair blonde and slick
I knew in a moment, it had to be Nick
More rapid then eagle's his footsteps they came
And he whistled, and shouted, and called us by name
"Hey Brian, Hey Kevin, AJ, and Howie"
"Hey B-Rok, Hey Train, Bone, and Sweet D"
At the top of the porch, he gave out a call
To tell us that he had returned from the mall
As Nick took off his gloves, he looked to the sky
But reaching in his pocket, he let out a sigh
He'd forgotten his keys, which he needed, he knew
So he raised his head and hollered to the crew
If you didn't think he was dumb, here is your proof
When we ignored his cries, he climbed to the roof
I could hear him stomping and prancing around
Then he fell down the chimney with a crashing sound
He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot
But at closer inspection, 'twas all ash and soot
He was lying there, flat on his back
Then he let out a groan, opening his eyes a crack
His eyes were unfocused, but they were merry
His cheeks were all flushed, his nose like a cherry
I had descended the stairs, with Brian in tow
To find Nick under our stockings, all lined up in a row
AJ smiled and showed us his teeth
While Howie shook his head and said "Oh, good grief"
We attended to our Santa, while Brian scarfed down some jelly
That he found in the bags Nick brought home from the deli
My wee-little cuz was busy stuffing himself
Till I took his jam and stuck it on a high shelf
A wink of AJ's eye and a twist of his head
Noticing the fries in a container all colored in red
Howie spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And looked in the packages brought home by the jerk
With a point of his finger and a wrinkle of his nose
Howie displayed Nick's lack of taste in picking out clothes
Nick sprang to his feet and gave us a shout
So we started to sing to drown his cries out
But I heard him exclaim as we sang till the light,
"Merry Christmas to All, And To All A Good Night!"
