‘Twas the last night of UL, when all thro’ the city
Not a member was stirring, not even the committee;
The tower was decorated by master with care,
In hopes that UL soon would be there;
The members were nestled all snug in pub,
With visions of bell ringing and all that fine grub
And that, unfortunately, is about where my literary ability finishes…
With copious amounts of food, a respectable amount to drink and some tunes rung (full circle) on the tower bells, including the First Noel, fun was had by all!