Finally! The electrical storms subsided long enough for me to read the FEST Newsletter. And in sincere gratitude, I'd like to post a filk, dedicated to La.., Paula, Autumn, Mandy, Bryn and EVERYONE else who worked so hard to make both the newsletter and Fest possible. It's not everyday I combine my love of the OBSSE and the Platters, so I hope you like it...

Those of you who love "Killswitch" will remember this little ditty.

"Fest Newsletter Time"
(set to the tune of: "Twilight Time" by the Platters. My deepest,
sincerest apologies to Nat King Cole, RIP.)

Heavenly pages of white are calling, it's Newsletter time,
Out of the mist, Autumn's voice is calling, it's Newsletter time,
When X-ed out calendars mark the end of month,
I'll be there, to read it, at Newsletter time.

Deepening shades of embarrassment fill me, as I read on,
Things I'd forgotten thanks to the blender, I look upon,
I count the moments, Festers, since I last saw you...
We'll be together, next year, at Festing time

Here, in the afterglow of Fest, we keep our rendezvous alive in print,
Here, in the same and loud old way, I laugh as hard now, as I did then

Here in the dark your writing thrills me, like of months before,
Lighting a spark of frivolity that warms me to the core,
Each day I pray for evening, just to be onlist with you,
Together, at last, at Newsletter time

Here, in the afterglow of Fest, we keep our rendezvous alive, in print
Here, in the same and obnoxious way, I laugh as hard now, as I did then

Here in the dark I snort and laugh, like back in June,
Thinking of mountains, lard and beavers and vesper tunes
Each day I pray for next Fest, just to be with you,
Together at last at Festing time,
Together at last at Festing time

Author: Sister Beer

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