'Twas the night before Stagecoach, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The cowboy hats were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that tomorrow soon would be here;
The SCMB members were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of alcoholic beverages danced in their heads;
The RV's was filled with 100 gallons of gas;
While the grey and black tanks were emptied the last time through the Cajon Pass;
Tomorrow we will be at Stagecoach having a blast;
Just like we always have in all the years past!

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and am going through withdrawals. Looking forward to SC13 
