Yes! We have a little poem to celebrate the holiday dance. Read on…
Blue Moon Swing Holiday Dance This Thursday, Dec 6th, 2012! Santa is busy at the toy factory and this is your last chance to show him how nice (or naughty) your dance can be. Start the Holiday season off with an evening of swing dancing. Festive attire in red, green or white suggested! (Or Santa brings you coal!).
Thursday, December 6th. Location: Rusty’s, 405 E 7th Street (@ Trinity), downtown Austin.
What’s New This Month
Looks like presents came early this year because Blue Moon is happy to welcome Jes Ann Nail as our guest instructor this month. Dance starts at 7.30 for casual warm-up, with a beginner lesson at 8.00 and open social dancing as long as someone is on the floor.
As always, everything is on me, except your bar tab. Please consider buying a few drinks so that the establishment loves us. Under 21 welcome accompanied by a supervising adult.
‘Twas the Night Before Blue Moon
‘Twas the night before Blue Moon, when all through the street
Not an espadrille was stirring, nor even two feet;
The swing shoes were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Debbie Figueroa someday soon would be there;
The westies were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-pushes danced in their heads;
And Roxy in her ‘kerchief, and Richard’s tippy-tap,
Had just settled down for a winter’s nightcap,
When out on the street there arose such a clatter,
We sprang up from our drinks to see what was the matter.
And what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But a Texas Ford F-150, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a red breasted suit, and his hair in a slick,
We knew in a moment it must be Westie Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he hammed it up, and double compressed, and called them by name;
“Now, Jes Ann! now, Derrick! now Luis and Linda!
On, Chris Brown and Taletha! On, Topel and Tina!
To the end of the slot! but beware the wall!
Now swing away! swing away! swing away all!”
His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
He spoke not a word, and without any miming,
And fixed all the anchors; then improved all the timing,
Then laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
But I heard him exclaim, ere he danced out of sight,
“Merry Swingmas to All, Blue Moon, now dance all night!”