LETTER TO THE EDITOR: ‘Twas the Night Before…

‘Twas the Night Before…
(with apologies to Clement Moore)

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the town,
Not a resident was stirring, all had settled down.
And I was all snug in my chair with the Town Crier,
Reviewing how did the past winter transpire.

After the Super Bowl and I in my Patriots cap
Had just settled in for a short winter’s nap.
And then in a twinkling I heard the weatherman say,
Better stay nestled in bed, more snow is on the way.

Away to the window I flew and uttered a bad word.
I looked around and hoped no one had heard.
The moon shining on two more feet of snow
Gave no luster to my snow blower buried below.

To the top of the porch; to the top of the wall.
The wind blew and snow continued to fall,
Soon let me know I had something to dread,
In spite of visions of Florida dancing in my head.

My eyes twinkled but I was not merry.
I went to the cupboard looking for the sherry.
My parka was hung by the door with care
In hopes that sunshine soon would be there.

When outside there arose such a clatter.
I sprang to the door to see what was the matter.
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But my neighbor plowing my driveway clear.

So as 2015 slowly fades out of sight,
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.

George R. Allan

(NOTE: The above was submitted by the Allan family.)

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