'Twas the night before Axe-mas and all through the house
Not a creature was shredding, not even a mouse
All the six strings were hung by the amp stacks with care
In the hopes Fractal Audio soon would ship there
Then what to my wondering eyes should behold;
A delivery man with a five kilo parcel
I signed for the package so lively and quick
I knew in a moment I won’t sleep a lick
And more rapid than eagles, I cut through the tape
And shouted my glee to the dark starry night
And so: to the garage, with the new AX8
tripping over a sleigh and Saint Nick on the way
Down the chimney he’d come with a leap and a step,
And eyeing me said, “Well, it looks like you’re set”
He spoke not a word but went straight to the kit;
Played from Motown to downtown: we rocked with the best.
He played a whole set, but then had to fly
Saying “kids need their toys, and before the first light”
But I heard his fair warning as he turned down the trail
“Turn it down just a bit or you’ll sleep in the jail”
