Joanne Palmer: A merry Christmas poem
Dedicated to all locals who must work this holiday season. There’s not enough space to include all of you, but a special thanks to: taxi and shuttle drivers, housekeepers, concierges, front desk clerks, property managers, wait staff, newspaper staff, ski patrol, cashiers, UPS and FedEx drivers, and, most of all, snow shovelers.
Coming to Steamboat
Liked Christmas a lot :
But the Grinch,
Living just north of Oak Creek,
The Grinch hated Christmas! He hated it all;
He hated the skiing, he hated the snow,
He shivered and shook when it reached 10 below.
He hated the joy, the merry and mirth,
He hated the idea of great peace on Earth.
The season was cold and heartless and mean;
Wrapped in ribbons and bows, he hated the scene.
Tourists complained when things went awry,
And greed seemed to glaze over every child’s eye
For tourists there was pleasure, rapture, and joy,
A smile and chocolate for each girl and boy.
But down in the town where locals resided
Were stores to be tended and tours to be guided
The Grinch knew they worked with never a frown,
For tourists, they said, must not be let down.
So they gave up their Christmas Day
To bring in the dough
So other could frolic and roll in the snow
He wanted to be happy, he wanted to relax
He wanted to have someone bringing HIM snacks.
Christmas is coming, it should be a cinch
But he’d run out of time and his bank balance was pinched!
To top it all off, he was sick, sick, sick;
His head was all stuffy and he didn’t give a flick.
The tourists fly in and bring in the flu
That makes everyone in town go, “Achoo!”
His fingers were frozen and so were his toes
It’s hard to stay warm when ol’ Doc Winter blows
The snow coming down upon Christmas boughs
Kept Grinch at work with a shovel and plow.
So into the night he worked and he slaved
Till pop went his back
And both his knees caved.
As he lay there curled up and moaning his pain,
His boss came to him and said, “Shovel again!”
“No!” said the Grinch, “this really bites!”
“I’ve slipped in the snow and my back is in spasm
I wish I could fly far from this Christmas chasm!”
A family of tourists spied the old Grinch
They said very sweetly, “You’re in quite a pinch.”
“So sweet Mr. Grinchy” they said with a grin,
“Come warm yourself, dear, at our little inn.”
“Merry Christmas,” they said, “and to you a good night,”
“We’re happy to save you from such a cold plight.”
The Grinch, he then melted
And his eyes sparkled bright
And his heart grew two sizes larger that night.
He resolved that moment before his situation worsened
That he would become a Christmas person.
He called down to room service,
“Bring me a feast!”
I’m ready to start this holiday season
And carve my roast beast!
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