Letters

Twas the night before KISSMAS and all through the land, not a demon were stirring not even his band. My platforms were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that the Gene would soon arrive there. My family was nestled all snug in our beds, while visions of KISS concerts rocked in our heads. My wife in her nightgown and me in my KISS cap, had just settled down for a long winter's night's nap. When out of my sleep, I arose with great wonder, I sprang from my bed thinking "Is that God of Thunder?" Away to the window I flew with a flash, tore open the blinds and threw up the sash. The moon shone down on the fresh fallen snow, it gave an eerie dark feeling and a sinister red glow. When what to my wondering eyes should catch, but a axe bass tour bus pulled by eight huge black bats. With a painted costumed driver, so lively, so mean, I knew in a moment it must be the Gene. With studded batwings flapping, his team swooped as they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name. Now Paul! Now Eric! Now Tommy! Now Doc! Now Spiro, Now Spike, Now Hayeland let's rock! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now rock and roll! Rock and roll! Rock and roll all! So up to the housetop, by the chimney they flew with a sleigh full of boxes with the Gene riding too. As I drew in my head and was turning around, down the chimney the Gene came with a bound. He was dressed in silver and black from his head to his toe, his armor was shining, his tongue hung way low. A big leather studded bundle was flung over his back, with a long black case sticking out of that sack. With a wink of his eye and a growl from his mouth. I started to ask him why he flew so far down south. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, he slid out an Axe bass case, then turned with a jerk. And laying spandex fingerless glove to his nose, the harness was connected and up the chimney he rose. He flew to his sleigh, to his team he said Oh Yeah?!?! Then they flew like a KISS jet straight up in the air. But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight. Happy KISSMAS to all and rock and roll all night! Gene, Thanks for getting my axe bass to me for Christmas! And thanks to Paul, Tommy, Eric and Gene for bringing us "THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH" this year. I hope to see you again in 2010. -Bill France Logan, WV