T'was two weeks before Christmas, when all through our town,
Not a light bulb was shining, TVs made no sound.
Generators were humming in garages with care,
With the hope that Public Service would soon bring warm air.
Each family stayed nestled as snug as they could,
While worries of freezing concerned all, as it should.
Papa in his long-johns, Mama in her hat,
Huddled together with the dog in their lap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter!
We sprang from our warmth to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
To peak from behind blankets I had hung on the sash.
The rain on the branches of ice covered trees,
Came crashing around us, as we fell to our knees.
When, what to my frightened eyes should appear,
But a mighty tall oak, I had always held dear.
With a crack, swish and thud, trees flew coldly aloof,
I knew that the next one would come through the roof.
More rapid than eagles the linemen they came.
And we cheered them and thanked them and called them by name:
>From Connecticut! From Michigan ! From Canada ! and Ohio !
>From D.C.! and New Hampshire ! all bringing such brio!
To the top of the poles! To the treacherous line!
Take good care! And be safe! You are brave and so kind!
As the wind ceased its howling and no ice fell anew,
The worst ice storm in history with relief for so few.
No power or water or everyday fare,
We shared anxious moments but did not despair.
In spite of no lighting, life's kindness shone through,
With neighbor helping neighbor, building friendships anew.
Long lines for hot coffee, "D" batteries and gas,
Brought warm smiles and comfort which helped the time pass.
As the circuits repaired and we warmed up our homes,
I am sure our storm stories could fill many tomes.
Let us never forget one strong common theme,
The compassion of strangers and the work of a team.
The linemen who helped us from home and afar,
Along with their skill brought hope, bright as a star.
As they spring to their trucks, to their teams give a whistle!
As away they all fly, like the down of a thistle,
They should hear us exclaim, ere they drive out of sight,
"Many thanks to you all, and to all a good night!"
Not a light bulb was shining, TVs made no sound.
Generators were humming in garages with care,
With the hope that Public Service would soon bring warm air.
Each family stayed nestled as snug as they could,
While worries of freezing concerned all, as it should.
Papa in his long-johns, Mama in her hat,
Huddled together with the dog in their lap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter!
We sprang from our warmth to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
To peak from behind blankets I had hung on the sash.
The rain on the branches of ice covered trees,
Came crashing around us, as we fell to our knees.
When, what to my frightened eyes should appear,
But a mighty tall oak, I had always held dear.
With a crack, swish and thud, trees flew coldly aloof,
I knew that the next one would come through the roof.
More rapid than eagles the linemen they came.
And we cheered them and thanked them and called them by name:
>From Connecticut! From Michigan ! From Canada ! and Ohio !
>From D.C.! and New Hampshire ! all bringing such brio!
To the top of the poles! To the treacherous line!
Take good care! And be safe! You are brave and so kind!
As the wind ceased its howling and no ice fell anew,
The worst ice storm in history with relief for so few.
No power or water or everyday fare,
We shared anxious moments but did not despair.
In spite of no lighting, life's kindness shone through,
With neighbor helping neighbor, building friendships anew.
Long lines for hot coffee, "D" batteries and gas,
Brought warm smiles and comfort which helped the time pass.
As the circuits repaired and we warmed up our homes,
I am sure our storm stories could fill many tomes.
Let us never forget one strong common theme,
The compassion of strangers and the work of a team.
The linemen who helped us from home and afar,
Along with their skill brought hope, bright as a star.
As they spring to their trucks, to their teams give a whistle!
As away they all fly, like the down of a thistle,
They should hear us exclaim, ere they drive out of sight,
"Many thanks to you all, and to all a good night!"
-Author Unknown
Only issue I have with this is - NEVER put your generator in the garage (unless it is not running), that's an invitation to CO poisoning or worse!
Found at GranitGrok.
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