The Coin Chat Before Christmas
(Stanza written by -smedley-)
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all thru the chat,
Not a creature was stirring, not even Bill@...
The 2x2's placed on the mantle with care,
In hopes that my new coins soon would be there...
(Stanza written by cameo2)
The Gems were nestled all snug in their slabs,
While visions of Mint-state danced in their heads...
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my Liberty cap,
Had just settled down for a long collectors rap...
(Stanza written by billathome)
When out on the rooftop, there arose such a clatter,
I went to the window to see what's the matter...
I threw out some pennies to see what they'd draw,
and got a glimpse of the famous Hobbes-Claus...
(Stanza written by cameo2)
The moon on the reverse of the new-minted dollar,
Gave the lustre of new collectors to holler...
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Smedley, and with eight golden coins in arrears...
(Stanza written by billathome)
With a handlful of eagles his coursers they came,
he whistled and shouted and called them by name...
Now Cameo, Now Swordsman, Now Crossover, and Ringo,
..Now Candi, Now Americad, Clydesdave, and Coltom...
to the top of the treasure room, to the top of the wall,
Now slab away! Collect away! Stash away all!"
(Stanza written by cameo2)
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they all met at the FUN, mount to the sky...
So up to the bourse the coursers they flew,
With the briefcase full of coins, and Camacs too...
(Stanzas written by billathome)
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The the thumping of mint bags being kicked by a hoof...
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Celluloid came with a bound...
His pocket with coins, his hat stuffed with bills,
His hands held presents for Jackmezz and Myday...
A bundle of coin tubes he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a dealer just opening his pack...
His Morgans -- how they twinkled -- his pennies, so cherry!
His nickels like diamonds, his dimes were so Very (fine) !
His $2 bills were drawn up like a bow,
And the Barber quarters were as white as the snow...
The stump of a CAMACS slab he held tight in his teeth,
And the burnt coin it held, looked just like a wreath...
He had a keen eye, and a little round belly,
That shook, when he graded, like a bowl full of jelly...
He was chubby and plump, a numismatic old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him put coins on the shelf...
A wink of his eye and a UNC Thaler,
Soon gave me to know my collection was better...
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And put half-dimes in stockings; then turned with a jerk...
And leaving a Stella, and blowing his nose,
And giving a Bust Dollar, up the chimney he rose...
He sprang to his sleigh, dropped Air-tites below,
And faster they all flew than my coin budget goes...
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Collecting to all, and to all a coin-night!"
