2007-12-13 / News


By Robert Morton-Ranney

T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the town, Not a creature was stirring, 'cept deer running 'round. The sailboats were hung on their stands with great care, In hopes that nor'easters would all of them spare.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds While parents did last-minute toychecks for lead. And Mom with her egg nog, and I with my Schnapps. Had just settled in for a special nightcap.

When up on the roof there arose such a clatter, Alas- just vultures, seeking ways to be fatter. Yet, still, in the distance, a noise kind of scary, Something strange was clearly going on at East Ferry.

A sound that seemed neither woman nor beast, It was worth going down for a quick look, at least. So off I bolted, I just had to see. The best gossip in town always comes from me.

I got there in seconds, but not all alone, A great crowd of townfolk quickly had grown. All eyes were fixed on one point, yessirree, The very, very top of that huge Christmas tree.

At the base of the pine, something new this year, Letters to Santa, holding hopes and some fear, A body of work from our sons and daughters The biggest one simply said, "Santa, more water!"

The fire horn was blaring, the trucks here were driving. The ambulance corps was also arriving. Lights on every police car were blazing. For Jamestown, all this was truly amazing.

The Christmas fir jolted, it shimmered and shook, Necks craned and bent, the better to look. "What's up there?" all cried, wanting to know. "If we want to find out, someone needs to go." The fire ladder advanced, its volunteer serious. It was entering the realm of the fully mysterious. He pulled someone out, and not without strife, The Press photo, later, read "Man In Real Life."

At once with one voice, from the crowd came a squawk, The figure they'd freed was a tourist from Noo Yawk. "I'm so glad to see you," he said with a smile. "I've already been hanging here now quite a while."

Back down they brought him, to the safety of earth. Of joy it could be said there was nowhere a dearth. A new chapter was added to town history that night, So many had gathered ensuring one was alright.

He'd examined the tree much earlier this eve, Seeing something askew he just could not leave. He thanked all and grinned, his ordeal happily through. "Seasons greetings to all, and Happy New Year, too!"

With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore

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