Monday, January 05, 2009

"Our Nightmare Before Christmas"

From my email - this commemorates the New England power outage of December 2008.

Our Nightmare Before Christmas

Twas two weeks before Christmas and all through the town
it rained and it froze and the trees all fell down.
The wires that were strung on utility poles
snapped like a twig and the houses all froze.

We got ourselves nestled all snug in our bed
while visions of warmer days danced in our head,
and me in my thermals and Pa in his cap
stayed huddled together for a bone chilling nap.

The moon on the ice made a crystalline glow
and we thought to ourselves, just how long can this go?
When what to our wondering eyes did appear
but our son with some coffee and donuts and cheer.

We could see our white breath in the darkness above
and deep under the covers I searched for my love.
His feet, they were frozen and so was his head ---
made me think to myself that he just might be dead.

The days passed so slowly, we must be insane
as we waited and wondered and called out by name
"On Thursday, on Friday, on Saturday (shit!)
on Sunday, on Monday, on Tuesday (please quit!)
on Wednesday, and Thursday and Friday (oh dread!)
the kerosene fumes must have gone to our head.

To add to the pleasure of winter's delight
two snowstorms came by - 18 inches of white.
The snowing and blowing made things bad to worse
and we prayed to the heavens our pipes wouldn't burst.

Pa's eyes now were sunken, his expression --- not merry,
his cheeks had a pallor, his nose like a cherry.
The odd little smile on his face wasn't fun
and he often was mumbling "go get my gun".

Then a rap on the door, and the fireman said,
"Are you sick, are you sane, and is anyone dead?
There's a shelter, there's warmth, you can come if you're able,
we have showers and kindness and food on the table"

--- and we looked at each other and thought ---
"what the heck?" yeah ... eleven days later you FINALLY check!
On night number twelve we heard the faint roar
of a convoy of trucks and we ran to the door.

To the top of the poles, to the stretch of the cable
--- please bring us your power just as fast as you' re able!
They spoke not a word, but went straight to their work
and the power came on with a hum and a jerk.

They heard us exclaim, as they drove out of sight


Evelyn said...

This is fantastic! Someone emailed me a copy and I passed it on. Since then, I have had MANY replies asking if I composed it. I admitted that I did NOT, but decided to see if I could find out who did. Now I can send your link to all that I sent my first copy to! By the way, I live in New Hampshire and have a HUGE web site because of all the events I love to "freeze dry" and put in photo albums. Thanks again, Evie

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Evelyn said...

Oops...I just realized that YOU also got that in an email! I have done an extensive web search and can find the poem...but NOT the author.
Drat! :(