Log in if you have an account
Having an account with us will allow you to check out faster in the future, store multiple addresses, view and track your orders in your account, and more.Create an account
'Twas The Night Before Christmas...
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the store,
Each department was dripping with Yuletide decor.
The Music was blaring an out-of-tune carol,
And Justin was hanging up “Zildjan Apparel".”
The Sims Staff was busy working hard for the day,
Tuning every Guitar so they could hang on display.
The Ukes were suspended on display next to Katie,
Just waiting to be purchased by some lucky lady.
Bill was at home still snug in his bed,
While visions of pianos and plants danced in his head;
When out on the floor arose such a clatter,
Jerry came running to see what was the matter.
Away from the mics Luke flew like a flash,
Brad screamed from the panic and threw down the cash.
Sabian Cymbals had crashed and made such a scare
But oh, ‘twas only Will, who was demoing a B-stock snare.
The whole store was gleaming, full of cheer all around
Working tirelessly to be the best music shop in town.
Adrian was busy snapping photos to post,
While Blaine was still shipping from east to west coast.
Jon in his workshop working hard like an elf,
So Guitars would go home; not be alone on the shelf.
Sounds of strings that were singing, Jake was playing his tune
Everyone waiting, knowing Christmas was soon.
Julia asked with a not even a clue,
”How do you water a Christmas tree? I don’t know what to do.”
The phones kept on ringing, Allison had to be quick
Cause you never know who’s calling, it might be St. Nick.
The clock struck Eleven, and the doors opened wide,
And a big line of customers came running inside.
Jerry stood watching with a gleam in his eye,
As he thought of the instruments that our customers would buy.
Not for the money, nor the praise he would get;
For the Gift of Music he could never forget.
A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision,
All people, all groups, even every religion;
Every ethnicity, every hue,
Everyone, somewhere; even you.
And with that, the day was gone, drawing near to the end.
Though there’s always tomorrow; so we can do it again.
So he sprang to his feet, locked the doors, hit the lights;
Packed all our bags, checked the rooms once or twice.
But then I heard Robbie exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
“Just saying… Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.”
-written by Adrian Gonzalez