Cheers To 2024 Quotes

Boogie Woogie to the Superbowl New Country, Rock and roll August 18, 2024 at 9:00 AM (Verse 1) We’re gearing up on game day, Kansas City Chiefs, ready to fight. With Mahomes and Kelce, we’re on a roll, Boogie woogie to the Super Bowl. (Chorus) We’re gonna boogie woogie to the Super Bowl, Twist and shout, we’re on a roll. Three in a row, we’re gonna show, Kansas City Chiefs, let’s go, let’s go! (Verse 2) The crowd’s on fire, the lights are bright, Arrowhead’s rocking, what a sight. With every pass and every throw, Boogie woogie to the Superbowl. (Chorus) We’re gonna boogie woogie to the Super Bowl, Twist and shout, we’re on a roll. Three in a row, we’re gonna show, Kansas City Chiefs, let’s go, let’s go! (Bridge) From the first down to the final play, We’re bringing the heat, come what may. With Mahomes leading, and Kelce too, There’s nothing this team can’t do. (Chorus) We’re gonna boogie woogie to the Super Bowl, Twist and shout, we’re on a roll. Three in a row, we’re gonna show, Kansas City Chiefs, let’s go, let’s go! (Outro) So raise your voices, let 'em hear, Kansas City Chiefs, this is our year. With every cheer and every goal, Boogie woogie to the Superbowl.

Boogie Woogie to the Superbowl August 18, 2024 at 9:00 AM (Verse 1) We’re gearing up on game day, Kansas City Chiefs, ready to fight. With Mahomes and Kelce, we’re on a roll, Boogie woogie to the Super Bowl. (Chorus) We’re gonna boogie woogie to the Super Bowl, Twist and shout, we’re on a roll. Three in a row, we’re gonna show, Kansas City Chiefs, let’s go, let’s go! (Verse 2) The crowd’s on fire, the lights are bright, Arrowhead’s rocking, what a sight. With every pass and every throw, Boogie woogie to the Superbowl. (Chorus) We’re gonna boogie woogie to the Super Bowl, Twist and shout, we’re on a roll. Three in a row, we’re gonna show, Kansas City Chiefs, let’s go, let’s go! (Bridge) From the first down to the final play, We’re bringing the heat, come what may. With Mahomes leading, and Kelce too, There’s nothing this team can’t do. (Chorus) We’re gonna boogie woogie to the Super Bowl, Twist and shout, we’re on a roll. Three in a row, we’re gonna show, Kansas City Chiefs, let’s go, let’s go! (Outro) So raise your voices, let 'em hear, Kansas City Chiefs, this is our year. With every cheer and every goal, Boogie woogie to the Superbowl.

The Zombie Firetruck by Stewart Stafford Sirens moan, grave duty's flash of red, A mortuary whiff of something dead, Hoses trained with brains they suck, Your friendly neighbourhood zombie firetruck! All that remained of the human fire team, From the zombie pandemic of 2017, Still in their uniforms, their only treasures, Apocalyptic times call for end-time measures. When they reached the fire, people did scoff, They lurched, staggered, body parts fell off, As they wandered around, fire hoses forlorn, These knightly living dead faced a blazing dawn. The chief, hat off to his skeleton crew, In a voice once alive, now croaky like flu: 'To the hydrant, my ghouls, let's save Gothik Town, Or they'll call Ghostbusters, we'll be the clowns!' A glowering inferno, a cremation scene, Zombie firefighters, brave and light green. Through smoke and ash, they gravely stand, Composed decomposition with skeletal hand. Axeman Bony Ed led their clattering charge, Into the smoke, his cadavers did barge, The townsfolk looked on in dead of night, And disbelief, tiredness and mild fright. There soon followed medic Cemetery Phil, Decaying Murphy, Old Salty, and Dead Drill, Slab Stevens, Madly Hyde and Molly Voodoo, Determined to shake their initial hoodoo. A mother and baby backed by burning drapes, Team Macabre charged up the fire escape, Saving both and getting everyone out, Drank Brainer Ade as they leaked like a spout. Somehow, undead teamwork saved the day, No lives were lost as the water sprayed, Doused the flames, cool flatlined heroes, Much zombie kudos, no longer scary zeroes. The crowd cheered, did they ever doubt it? High fives lost hands but new ones sprouted, Frankenstein proud in their flapping flesh, Sure to get medals at the HalloweenFest. With a final groan and a clatter of bones, The zombie firetruck headed back home. Rotten yet proud, in their reanimated way, The risen would fight fires another day. © 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.

Go Chiefs, Go!” September 5, 2024 at 1:54 PM (Verse 1) Every Sunday afternoon, it’s the same old scene, She’s in the kitchen, saying she don’t like the game. But when the Chiefs hit the field, she’s rooting for the other team, I just shake my head and smile, it’s always the same. (Chorus) Go Chiefs, go! Three-peat to the Super Bowl, She can cheer for whoever, but my heart’s painted red and gold. Go Chiefs, go! We’re on a winning roll, No matter what she says, I’m shouting loud and bold. (Verse 2) She’s got her reasons, says it’s just a game of men, But I see that twinkle in her eye when the touchdowns begin. She’s pretending not to care, but I know she’s having fun, Even if she’s cheering for the other side, I know I’ve won. (Chorus) Go Chiefs, go! Three-peat to the Super Bowl, She can cheer for whoever, but my heart’s painted red and gold. Go Chiefs, go! We’re on a winning roll, No matter what she says, I’m shouting loud and bold. (Bridge) Maybe one day she’ll wear that red and gold, But until then, I’ll keep cheering, never getting old. She’s my number one fan, even if she won’t admit, Together we’ll watch the game, every single bit. (Chorus) Go Chiefs, go! Three-peat to the Super Bowl, She can cheer for whoever, but my heart’s painted red and gold. Go Chiefs, go! We’re on a winning roll, No matter what she says, I’m shouting loud and bold. (Outro) So here’s to the Chiefs, and here’s to my girl, We’ll keep this rivalry going, it’s our little world. Go Chiefs, go! Three-peat to the Super Bowl, With her by my side, it’s the best story ever told.

Go Chiefs, Go!” September 6, 2024 at 11:19 AM (Verse 1) Every gameday, it’s the same old scene, She’s in the kitchen, saying she don’t like the game. But when the Chiefs hit the field, she’s rooting for the other team, I just shake my head and smile, it’s always the same. (Chorus) Go Chiefs, go! Three-peat to the Super Bowl, She can cheer for whoever, but my heart’s painted red and gold. Go Chiefs, go! We’re on a winning roll, No matter what she says, I’m shouting loud and bold. (Verse 2) She’s got her reasons, says it’s just a stupid game. But I see that twinkle in her eye when the touchdowns begin. She’s pretending not to care, but I know she’s having fun, Even if she’s cheering for the other side, I know I’ve won. (Chorus) Go Chiefs, go! Three-peat to the Super Bowl, She can cheer for whoever, but my heart’s painted red and gold. Go Chiefs, go! We’re on a winning roll, No matter what she says, I’m shouting loud and bold. (Bridge) Maybe one day she’ll wear that red and gold, But until then, I’ll keep cheering, never getting old. She’s my number one fan, even if she won’t admit, Together we’ll watch the game, every single bit. (Chorus) Go Chiefs, go! Three-peat to the Super Bowl, She can cheer for whoever, but my heart’s painted red and gold. Go Chiefs, go! We’re on a winning roll, No matter what she says, I’m shouting loud and bold. (Outro) So here’s to the Chiefs, and here’s to my girl, We’ll keep this rivalry going, it’s our little world. Go Chiefs, go! Three-peat to the Super Bowl, With her by my side, it’s the best story ever told.

Thank You, Lord” September 12, 2024 at 10:02 AM Verse 1: Lord, I thank You for this day, For the sunrise and its rays. You’ve given me another chance, To live and love, to sing and dance. Chorus: Oh, thank You, Lord, for nature’s song, For the breeze and birds that sing along. You are my Father, full of grace, In Your Kingdom, I find my place. Verse 2: Thank You for my family dear, For friends who bring me joy and cheer. Holding them close, I feel so blessed, In Your love, I find my rest. Chorus: Oh, thank You, Lord, for nature’s song, For the breeze and birds that sing along. You are my Father, full of grace, In Your Kingdom, I find my place. Bridge: If I falter, if I stray, Guide me back, show me the way. In every choice, in every plan, I trust in You, my guiding hand. Chorus: Oh, thank You, Lord, for nature’s song, For the breeze and birds that sing along. You are my Father, full of grace, In Your Kingdom, I find my place. Outro: Amen, Amen, I praise Your name, For another day, for love’s sweet flame. Thank You, Lord, for all You give, In Your light, I’ll always live.

As the year draws to a close, a sense of anticipation mingles with reflection. We stand at the threshold of a new chapter, ready to bid farewell to the familiar & embrace the unknown. In this transitional month, it’s essential to cultivate a healthy, energized & determined attitude, setting the stage for a remarkable finish to 2023 & a vibrant beginning to 2024. Darling listen – I want you to use this new month to do & say all the things that you’ve been putting off. The perfect time to say & do those things that matters is now. I also wish & hope that instead of focusing on what you haven’t achieved, you focus on the milestones you’ve crossed, the growth you’ve experienced & the resilience you’ve demonstrated. Let you celebrate your victories (both big and small) & carry the lessons of your setbacks into the new year. Sweetheart, December, a month of festivities, of togetherness, celebrations, of spreading cheers & goodwill, is the perfect time to cherish all the moments spent with loved ones, the memories created & the lessons learned. Let this month bring you the breakthrough you’ve been waiting for & a pie so big that you’ll need a truck to carry it home… Cheers to a season of success & sweet treats!

A Reclusive Invitation by Stewart Stafford In a mansion crouched at the forest's edge, Gargoyles perched on a Jericho hedge, Lived Samuel Keane, with millions at least, Welcomed the locals to his Christmas feast. Self-imposed exile of wealth's solitary scene, On that evening, time for connection pristine, An alabaster white suit in a chessboard hall; Legions of armour and battle scars to recall. "Come, gather round, let camaraderie ignite! On Christmas Eve, a dream-come-true night!" Perkins, the grey butler, in reluctant festive red, Gestured them toward Keane's banquet spread. Their gracious host took his place at the end, A throne chair helped into place with a bend, Beaming, he clapped and food was brought in, To gasps and applause at the goblets of gin. A succulent feast at a baronial ball; Roasted goose, boar, a tall glass highball, Stories grew taller, just like each drink, Songs and jests sent them over the brink. Enjoyment and melody's atmosphere bright, Fleeting warmth shared in lush candlelight. Dawn looms, Les Misérables adore company: "Why does hangover guilt crave chablis?" A Father Christmas event once a year, Guests departed, a loud triple cheer, A fading smile of a host so grand, Adrift, nothing elaborate planned. The fireworks faded, the last ember died, Keane shut his mansion with secrets inside. A portcullis closed slowly on a seasonal high, A gothic arch door shut 'neath morning star sky. © 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.