'Twas the night before... Wednesday when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The shovels were set against the garage wall with care,
In hopes that their hard work would be ready to rare
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of tunnels and snow castles danced in their heads;
Let's forget the 'kerchief stuff - doesn't apply...
When early the next morning there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the laundry to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Peaked through the blinds and ... left the sash
The sun in the sky shining on 22 inches of snow,
Gave the new structures in the lawn a heavenly glow,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a gigantic tractor backing and shoving - using it's rear,
With a little old driver so haggard, but quick,
I knew in a moment - and I almost got sick.
More rapid than monster trucks his tires they came.
And he shifted gears, but there was destruction all the same;
(Here is where I'm sure he called some names, maybe they rhymed with Comet or Blitzen?)
To the top of the cul-de-sac! to the top of the hill!
Now push away, push away, push away still!
Now here's where the twinkling and the magic and some little hoofs and stuff start prancin' around.
There's something about a wreath of pipe smoke, a bowlful of jelly...
Now back to the poem...
With a wink of his eye and a grind of the gear,
I knew after school, what I would hear.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
He smashed all their tunnels and forts - kind of seemed like a jerk.
And backing around with one more loud "beep"
He called on the radio to tell his wife he'd be home for some sleep;
He shifted once more, crashed over the moat
and sailed down the drive, zipping up his warm coat.
But I heard him exclaim, as he roared out of sight,
"Move your fort away from the street - next time you'll get it right!"