#6 A Very Keanu Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the bus,  Not a creature was speeding, not even us; The explosives were hung by the gas tank with care, In hopes that Keanu soon would be there; Dennis Hopper was nestled all snug in his bed, While dreams of retirement danced in his head And Sandra in her 'kerchief, and Ortiz in his cap, Had narrowly avoided a longshoreman's nap, When out on the freeway there arose such a clatter, Jack sprang from his coffee to see to the matter. Away to the payphone he flew like a flash, "Pop quiz hotshot, now give me some cash." He sprang to his cruiser, blew Jeff Daniels a whistle, And away they all flew like the heat of a missile.  But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, MERRY SPEEDMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT! --------------------------------------------- PS. Check out Dave's CSI bomb squad photo, and don't forget to watch Orson Welle's F FOR FAKE on FilmStruck for our next episode coming in early January!