The 1996 RIH3 Christmas Hash!
Run # 551 December 22, 1996
Hare: Basket
by Santa
The stockings were all hung by the chimney so near, in hopes that St. Nicholas would fill them with beer. The Hash was all ready and dressed for the season, With Santa and presents and things for no reason. It was Christmas in Rhody, and the trail had been set, To find some good beer, and get some real wet. From Boston and Hartford and Texas and Newport, They came without care, for our seasonal sport. When out in the woods, there arose such a clamor, Of pheasants, and deer as they started to scatter. The Hash was On On and the trail was so neat Along rivers, and power lines, and shiggy so deep. The beer would be found, no doubt, by the clever, Who saw true trail, not false, a basic endeavor. They ran through the woods and farm land and pasture To sniff along flour and search out the nectar. At swamp land they stopped, for only a minute, And sloshed along happily, just to be in it. A beer check was near, and they wouldn't slow down. "Now run up the sand pit; The beer would be found." The Sammy's were here, all snug in a sack. Chilled to perfection, just waiting to crack. The cold liquid felt great on the throats parched so dry. From singing and running, it could just make you cry. A bottle was upended, a song was begun. Now this was real hashing."Aren't we having' fun?" The case was soon finished, back on to the trail, Now look alive! The On On was waiting for us to arrive. On Fat One and Dribbles and Hung Like a Mouse. On Rusty and Mouth Full and Duck Lips you louse. On Bondo and Necker and Crew Doo and Jake. On Swamp Thang and Prissy; your still such a snake. Some ran like the wind, SEO - he works out. Others dragging their asses; their bellies so stout. We all made it in, to the end, just the same. For beer and for food, for it's this that we came. A circle was formed; ice brought for a seat. To the hare give a Down Down, he did plan this feat. All visitors and virgins received their just do, Scotch Ale, Cream Stout, Honey Porter, to name just a few. Inside there was food, more beer and some singing. To warm by the fire, and complain of thorns stinging. To talk to old friends for just a short while, This holiday season would be gone in quick style. To enjoy comforts of home, and hang up shiggy shoe Where hashers do mingle, and throw back just a few. One thought I do leave on this holiday so dear, Merry Christmas to all and a Happy New Year.Congrats to Beyond Hope and Red Snapper, and our newest harrier Marta Calise 8 lb. 2 oz just 1 day old. and Good Health to you all, especially Shine On.
Thanks from: Basket Boom Boom, Dog Meat, and the RIH3!