‘Twas the night before Christmas,

Sent to me by and anonymous blog follower................................

‘Twas the night before Christmas,

And over at Echo Hill,

The air was cold,

And Carol shivered with a chill.

Town documents were stacked by the fireplace with care,

In hopes that they’d all be destroyed before Martha Coakley gets there.

The stooges were all snuggled up in their beds,

While visions of blueberries danced in their heads.

And Ginny in her nightgown, and Bubba in his cap,

Already asleep, Mullins dreamed of what he could scrap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

The Skeltons sprang from bed to see what was the matter.

A group of town residents, who could it be?

People smart and kind, who call themselves C4T!

“Now Bubba, now Ginny, now Scrappy, now Dennis”

Dispatch to the barn,

And deal with this menace.”

Gerry’s eyes -- how they burned! His face, how scary!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
 

His twisted mouth was drawn up in a scowl,

And he stood in the night grasping a trowel.
 

He sprang to his Cadillac, and to his stooges gave a whistle,

And away they all sped like a rocket-launched missile.
 

But I heard Gerry exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

"SEE YOU LATER DEAR FRIENDS, I CAN’T WIN THIS FIGHT!"


Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.............Hee-hee-hee - Pauly