Letters

Twas the Last Concert before KISSmas Twas the last concert before Christmas, and all though the hall. Not a seat was left empty, they were packed wall-to-wall. Every fan had come for the last show of the year. To see the band KISS, and fill them with cheer. Gene Simmons was getting ready singing a song. Practicing so hard, so he wouldn�t get it wrong. He looked in the mirror, and practiced his scream. Ever since he was little, playing bass with his tongue was his dream. Eric Singer was meowing, just like a cat. After all, it went well with his act. Clawing the cymbal, and pawing the drums. For picking up the sticks, was too hard with no thumbs. Paul Stanley was coming, back from outer space. Putting on his make-up while running all over the place. With a star on his face, he wore a wide grin. After all, he went by the motto �Live to Win�. Tommy Thayer came back with Paul Stanley from space. Strumming the strings, on his brand new guitar. His days with Thayer�s Comet, are not very far. The show was starting, and the crowd went wild. Every fan acting, as if they were a child. They whistled and howled, screamed and cheered. The lights turned on, while on stage KISS appeared. With a hit to the drums, and a scream to the mic. KISS began playing, to no one�s dislike. The sound of the guitars, echoed off of the walls. For no one had guitars, which sounded like Tommy�s and Paul�s. They rocked and rolled all night long. And rocked out Detroit City, with every single song. They stole the fans love, and shouted out loud. Hurry call Dr. Love, someone�s fainted in the crowd. The show was ending, and the fans calmed down. Some of them too tired, to stand their own ground. �Don�t drink and drive� Gene Simmons did call. �Good night every body and MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!�