A pick-up set for a good cause

Only three months have gone by
It seems it's gone too soon!
Happy birthday, Occupy,
Here, have some protest tunes.

Smells like holiday spirit at nine...

Well, here we are.
A scant nine days remain before we unwrap presents
(A mere four before we start lighting candles)
How un-Christian could next week be?
(And how Christian is it now?)

We'll start plotting this joy at nine

Shake some tush; wiggle a hip
Somewhere between stocking and tree
It's time to mock cold winter's grip
With our own warm conspiracy.

The man, the myth, the marathon, the masochist

I had no set to play this eve
No rush to record bumps today
Time's a gift to give away
'Tis better to give than receive

And Maht's still playing, even now
Running through his marathon
Raising money, so come on!
Help the dear donate a cow.

A very private function starts at eight

Can you believe it?
It's been six years already
I need a new hat

On this quiet day
I'll have the club to myself
Yep, allllllll to myself.

Haiku at nine

Nine o'clock tonight
There will be three things going on
Music, dancing, .....uh.......

Some kind of insurrection at 9

Tomorrow's the 5th of November
A day we're all meant to remember.
Tonight is bombs, explosions, and guns
(All set to music. Should be fun.)