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December 26, 2013

A Christmas Poem with apologies

‘Twas the Night After Christmas

with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore

‘Twas the night after Christmas, when all through the town

It seemed that each smile turned into a frown,_

As people resumed their burdens of care,_

Even though St. Nicholas had just been there.__

When people were nestled all snug in their beds,_

The events of the year still danced in their heads._

We got ready for bed, finished up our nightcap,_

And just settled down for a long winter’s nap,__

When out of our thoughts there arose such a clatter,_

We woke from our sleep wondering what was the matter._

Away to the window we flew like a flash,_

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.__

But then we realized it was not the new-fallen snow_

But thoughts through our brain that continued to flow.

When, what to our wondering eyes should appear,_

But a giant billboard recounting the year,__

With headlines flashing by ever so quick,_

We feared for a moment we just might be sick.

More rapid than eagles the headlines they came,_

Reminding us of the year past, frame by frame.

With the Redskins, paid parking, the Classic game rain,_

Furthur, Shakedown Street; it all seemed insane.

Springfield’s Historic District was turned down

For fear it would be just like nearby Cooperstown.

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,_

The events of the year continued to pass by.

The Springfield parade was ninety-nine this year,

Which means next year there will be reason to cheer.

The CCS capital project did not need a roof_

But the tied vote seemed rather a goof._

Some Hall of Fame hopefuls are not this way bound

While attempts are made to turn Hall attendance around._

It seems the elections did not make everyone merry,_

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