The RHATT Pack Watch
Today is Monday, December 24th, Day 243 of the Rhatt Pack Watch.
Thanks goes out to Clement Clark Moore on the 195th anniversary of his poem, “A Visit from St. Nicolas” First published in 1823 and since popularized as “Twas the Night Before Christmas”. And without further comment, here is the White Springs version.
“Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Town Hall
Not a creature was stirring, not even you’al’
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that more Loot soon would be there;
The “Cousins” were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of silver ‘n gold danced in their heads;
The Lapdog in her polo, and the Ratt in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter,
The Ratt sprang from his bed to see what was the matter
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the Suwanne’s glow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to Ratt’s wondering eyes should appear,
But a “Cousin” with LOFT funds and more Cheer.
With a Cousin, so lively and quick
Ratt knew in a moment this must be his stick
More rapid than eagles, his “Out of Towners” they came
And he whistled, and shouted and called them by name;
“Now Andrew! Now Steve! now Pam and Stacy!
On Raymond! on William! on, Cuz and Tracey
To the end of Bridge Street! right into Town Hall
Now hurry in! Hurry in! Hurry in all!
As robbers before the big chase they sped
When cops they meet, more gas they fed
So over the potholes, the bandits, they flew
With a pickup full of Goodies, and the Cousins too.
And then, in a twinkling, Ratt heard at the door
The giggling and stomping of his Cuz and more
As he pulled in a line and was turning around
Through Town Hall’s door came “The Cuz” with a bound
He was dressed all in black, from his head to his toe,
And his clothes were all tarnished with grasses and blow
A bundle of LOFT Loot he had flung on his back
And he looked like a crook, just opening his pack.
His eyes – how they focused! His face how bold!
His cheeks filled with scars, a story now told!
The rest of his tan had long faded away,
And the hair on his head, all peppered with grey’
Held tight in his cheek, the cud of his chew
When not to spit, he obviously knew;
His shoulders were broad, his physique was stout,
He smiled and chuckled and began moving about.
He was husky and strong, a right muscular guy
He could heft any sack and toss it high in the sky
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
The Ratt knew there would be LOFT Loot to spread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And filled all the stockings, each with a LOFT perk
Around the Town Hall, he glanced once more,
Believing he’s done, he sped through the door,
He sprang to his pickup and put in the key,
Stomped on the gas, just missing a tree,
as he exclaimed, “We Stick together” right?
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO CUZ’s A LOFT-NIGHT!