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A season's greeting by Hank Brockett 12/4/02 |
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‘Twas 22 days before Christmas and all through the streets, Braidwood was bustling with Christmastime feats. With bundled up bodies aligned in a row, The residents were out, and on with the show! Thousands of years prove Christmas no fad, As evidenced by the tree on the corner, near MAD. The Chamber of Commerce did sponsor this night, To ring in the season with colors and light. Under the shivers young carolers did hum, While those chilled and goosebumped tried to chew gum. So the gathered awaited an electrical sign, That the lights would start blinking on a tree made of pine. In the darkness a woman, a commissioner some say, Took control of the switch and turned night into day. When wintery winds had proven too much, The warmth of city hall offered cookies and such. Soon, the smiles and cheer wound down, But fret not, for cheer rang out ‘cross town. Away on the stage in the high schoolers’ places, Tiny singers stood up with rosy-cheeked faces. Song after song those Custer Parkers sang, While off in the distance jingle bells rang. Shopping and gifts all have their position, But these were kids with a different mission. With all taking part having given their best, Merry Christmas to all — and you know the rest. |
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Originally published in the Braidwood Journal | ||||||||
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