This was written after a long day of dealing (unsuccessfully) with the incredible weather we’ve had around here.\u00a0 Worst storm in 40 years, according to the weather wonks.<\/p>\n
‘Twas The Week Before Christmas<\/strong><\/p>\n Twas the week before Christmas, in old Portland Town, The stockings were sitting on a chair by the tree, The kids were still nestled for warmth in their beds, My wife in her socks and me in my mukluk, When out in the yard there arose a large crash, Away to the slider I stumbled half aware, There may have been a moon somewhere out on the snow, When what to myopic eyes did appear, There was no driver of sleds or of plow, Heavier than dandruff, white as can be, “Now, Crap! And Oh, poop!\u00a0 Now someone must clear it”, Like dunes of sand in places far warmer and south, There up on the house-top the snow it did sit, There was four inches of snow and a half inch of ice, As I pulled in my head and wished I could go back to bed, So there was snow in the house and snow on the stoop, The things sitting under our fake Christmas tree, Nor boots for my feet, nor a weather proof pant. Now what to do in this world gone so white, So I shambled outside, ill prepared for the day, “This weather ain’t normal, it’s nuts and it’s crazy, But this I do wish before the snow melts out of sight, -Darrin Mossor, 12\/2008<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" This was written after a long day of dealing (unsuccessfully) with the incredible weather we’ve had around here.\u00a0 Worst storm in 40 years, according to the weather wonks. ‘Twas The Week Before Christmas Twas the week before Christmas, in old Portland Town, And the cars and the busses were sliding […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-93","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-make","category-personal"],"featured_image_src":null,"author_info":{"display_name":"darrin","author_link":"https:\/\/mossor.org\/blog\/author\/darrin\/"},"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mossor.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mossor.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mossor.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mossor.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mossor.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=93"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/mossor.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mossor.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=93"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mossor.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=93"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mossor.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=93"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nAnd the cars and the busses were sliding around.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nHad they feet in them ready, they’d probably flee.<\/em><\/p>\n
\n‘Cause the power was out, no juice from o’er head.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nWere trying to phone PGE with no luck.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nI fell out of bed and proceeded to dash<\/em><\/p>\n
\nGrumpily, crankily, ready for bear.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nBut since everything was covered, you’d really never know.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nI’ve really no clue, where are my glasses, right here!<\/em><\/p>\n
\nThough we certainly could use one, right here and right now!<\/em><\/p>\n
\nthe snow it did fall, oh deary me.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nI wonder if Christina will do it if I claim to not see it?<\/em><\/p>\n
\nthe snow was everywhere!\u00a0 I cursed with my mouth.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nwaiting to fall if I even touched it.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nAnd more snow piled on top, this was great, really nice…<\/em><\/p>\n
\nSnow did fall down the chimney instead.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nSnow on the dogs and snow on their poop.<\/em><\/p>\n
\ndid not include a shovel for little old me.<\/em><\/p>\n
\n“Who needs that stuff here!”, I miserably rant.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nWith no power, no shovel, no boots and no light?<\/em><\/p>\n
\nready to grumble, complain and to say:<\/em><\/p>\n
\nI just wanted to stay home, be warm and be lazy!”<\/em><\/p>\n
\nHappy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”
\n<\/em><\/p>\n