‘Twas the night…
‘TWAS THE NIGHT…”
‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the dark,
THAT ranger was stalking around in the park.
Tearing down forts the kids built that day…
On the beach, out of driftwood, when they were at play.
The foxes and rabbits were hiding with fear,
Afraid they’d not make it to see the New Year.
Grownups were home lamenting the fact,
That the tickets he gave out were beginning to stack…
Up so high, in a pile they could never be paid,
And they wished all along that at home they had stayed,
Instead of taking the dog for a run,
On the beach, sans the leash, so he could have fun.
But Santa was watching it all from afar,
And sent out his elves to sneak “Ranger’s” car.
They locked it inside the bathroom that night,
And in exchange they left this note in plain sight.
It said: Be nice to the islanders’ or you will get coal in your stocking this year!