'Twas the night before Christmas, we were all in the club,
Enjoying a meeting, instead of a pub.
The ashtrays were clean, and the coffee was made,
The Big Books were out and then we all prayed.
When out in the lot, there arose such a clatter,
We all jumped up to see what was the matter.
The Chair with his Big Book, and I with my smokes,
Headed outside to find these two blokes.
They came inside and sat at a table;
And said that they'd chair, as soon as they're able.