I Wanna Sax You Up: Christmas Sax

Twas the Night of Christmas Sax (A Visit from Kenny G)
by Eve Penman

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
a creature was heard stirring and it was my spouse.
A new sax had been placed by the chimney with care,
but he couldn’t resist once it was there.

He forgot about the time, people asleep in beds,
so he picked up the sax and he started to tread.
He crossed over the floor, to a chair where he sat,
then he started to finger this pretty new sax.

When out in the street there arose such a clatter,
he sprang from the chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like the Flash,
he gazed through the shutters still holding his sax.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
reflected through the window and up to his ‘phone.
When what to his wondering eyes did appear,
but…Kenny G…and eight sax-playing reindeer.

With a curl in the hair, so bouncy and blithe,
my spouse stopped to wonder if he could be high.
As smooth as syrup the reindeer did play,
each fingering its sax as Kenny proclaimed:

"Blow, Dasher! Blow, Dancer! Blow, Prancer! Blow, Vixen!
Blow, Comet! Blow, Cupid! Blow, Donner! Blow, Blitzen!
To the top of the porch and to the top of the wall!
The glory of Christmas Sax must be heard by all!"

As dry reeds that before a wild solo are applied,
when they meet with a saxist the spit doth fly.
So up to the rooftop the sounds of Christmas Sax flew,
with the reindeer blowing hard, and Kenny G too.

And then, in a measure, there was on the roof
the prancing and pawing of little saxist hooves.
As my spouse scratched his head he sat back down,
when Kenny G came down in a melodic bound.

He was dressed in Alpaca fur, from his curls to his feet;
his clothes were untarnished and he even had pleats.
With his sloth named Murph hanging across his back,
Kenny G turned and said: Let’s make some Christmas Sax.

His eyes, how they twinkled! His dimples, so merry!
His curls were like a phone cord from the 20th Century!
His pert little mouth gave a blissful blow,
while the reindeer played outside, enjoying sax in the snow.

Kenny blew hard and he felt it in his feet;
all this Christmas sax made him want to eat.
He felt the hunger rumble in his empty belly;
he salivated for a sandwich from the deli.

Still, Kenny blew on, in spite of his own self,
but my spouse knew that look and erected himself.
With a wink of his eye and a cock of his head,
he took to the kitchen to get Kenny G fed.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
he made Kenny a sandwich; then he turned with a jerk.
Kenny was there and they stood nose to nose,
then Kenny snatched the sandwich and did a selfie pose!

As he danced across the floor he tweeted his post-sax pic,
then away they all blew, the Christmas Sax over so quick.
But he was heard exclaiming as he disappeared from sight,
"Christmas Sax to all, and to all a good night!"

Thank you for reading.

Get Eve In Your Feeds:
Get Saxed Up:
Buy the album:
Get saxy with Kenny G this Christmas

For the saxists:
Big Book of Christmas Songs for Alto Sax

Sax it up for Santa:
An Erotic Sax Christmas
(Sexy Holiday Favorites on Saxaphone)

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