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Thursday, January 1, 2009

A Poem Based on the New England Ice Storm of 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 our selves 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,

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 - 28 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 express ion --- 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 ---




  1. Are you the originator of this poem ? Its great..
    if not do you know who is ?

  2. Thanks but no I didn't write it. One of my scout mom's emailed it to me. I thought it was great and I wanted to share.