‘Twas the night before New Years, and all through the lounge,
the Felicia staff were gathering all the booze they could scrounge.
The glasses sat polished on the back shelf with care,
Awaiting the patrons that soon would be there.
The beers were nestled in the fridge to cool down
While visions of drinks in staffs’ heads danced around.
The bartenders in Felicia T’s and warm atomic caps,
Were just about done prepping all the night’s crap.
When at 6:30pm what did their wondering eyes view?
But show tunes with Wendy, Jessica, Lori and Lisa Bloom!
And fab champagne cocktails with a bubbly, sweet taste
So all knew in a moment they were in the right place.
More rapid than eagles the patrons they came,
And they drank and called the bartenders by name:
Now Sharon! Now Woody! now Leah and Nat!
On Guy! on Amelia! on Colleen and Pat!
Eggnog martinis and seasonal beer,
Now dash away, dash away, come over here!
The Felicias sprang to the task from 5pm until 2,
Tossed everyone out and made the lounge look like new.
And I heard them exclaim, as they drove out of sight,
Happy New Year to all and to all a good night!