Twas the night after Christmas, a Friday so rare, Melbourne’s cricket had ended, under twilight's soft glare. The echoes of bat and ball now fade to a hush, As the city unwinds in a serene evening rush. On Coast FM, the airwaves hum and sway, A gentle prelude to end a long summer’s day. As Rock of Ages, with Greig, prepares to unfold, Stories in rhythm and lyrics of old. With each note that dances, and riffs that ignite, The spirit of legends fills the Friday night. Under the constellations, timeless and true, We listen, enraptured, as memories renew.