Looks Like Rain, Dear

You know how at Christmas those "specials" come on T.V., the old programs you come back to year after year? Those special little Christmas nuggets that warm your heart and bring a tear to your eye, no matter how many times you revisit them and their timeless message? This isn't like that. At all. But it is a rerun. Sorry. I'm too busy to be creative.

T'was the week before Christmas and all through the town

The people were tired, stressed out and run down.

Way too much shopping and family and baking.

A nervous breakdown was fast in the making.

They needed a break for craic agus ceol.

Sure music and pints are good for the soul.

They need to escape from the maddening crowds

And pull up a stool at the bar in O'Dowd's.

For it's Wednesday and here that means only one thing

It's time to go down and hear Delahunt sing.

From Dublin's fair city to the banks of Brush Creek

A session with Eddie can save Christmas week.

Get out of the house and away from Aunt Betty.

Say you're just off to Mass. Then head down to Eddie.

He'll soothe all your holiday worry and doubt

Helped along if you choose by a pint of good stout.

So fire up the sleigh! To O'Dowd's in a flash!

But please don't bring Aunt Betty. She has a moustache.

Eddie plays tonight at 8:00. Ask nice and he might do Fairy Tale Of New York.