MoStory Posted By Dr. MO Today I have a very special post… It’s a fantastic poem written by my wonderful and very talented wife Marleine over the past few days. The poem tells the story of our Odyssey during this year’s Christmas Ice Storm in Toronto…
‘Twas the night before Christmas plus two in this house
that the power had left along with the mouse.
All the stockings were hung by the chimney with care
in hopes that the heat would return to our lair.
The children had crashed, flaked out on their beds
while delusions of i-pads danced in their heads.
So he with a flashlight and I with the wrap
hunkered down to distinguish the clap from the trap.
No current, hot water or stove for this master,
but Santa a no-show? … now THAT’S a disaster!
So away to the fridge I did fly like a flash
to empty the freezer and condiment stash.
Out went the contents and into the snow,
a dinner-in-waiting with nowhere to go.
The veggies now wilted, the cheese somewhat green,
completed the look of this sad Christmas scene.
This ice-covered landscape must be a good trick
to remind us to be good from good old St. Nick!
More rapid than eagles the curses they came,
downed hydro, transformers and phone lines to blame.
And with nothing as yet to put under the tree
the truth might come out … that Santa is me!
But from top of the stairs, to the top of the wall
there was no way, no how … no power at all.
So blindly, by feeling, in search did I go
for scissors and scotch tape and candles to glow
And in cupboards and crannies I searched through and through
for the toys on Nick’s list that impossibly grew.
So then by the light of the moon on the roof
did I gather the presents to offer as proof
That once in a year does this day come around
and what’s lost in the dark can truly be found.
With no Santa-like elves to most likely appear
we settled right down with our own Christmas cheer
To tackle that pile in a house turned to black
and fill to the brim the proverbial sack.
No email, no tv, no calls could get through
so talking between us was all we could do
And with light at its dimmest and heat rather low,
our patience was stretched and our progress was slow.
But with humour and hubris we gritted our teeth
and hummed Christmas carols below the yule wreath.
While no turkey or stuffing found home in our belly,
we made do with tuna and crackers and jelly …
Not really the picture of jolly old elves,
reduced to the basics, in spite of ourselves.
Now with tape at the ready and flashlight gone dead
by candle we dove in to wrap, straight ahead,
Only then to discover it all looked the same …
whose sweater, whose baseball, whose Nintendo game?
So whatever you wanted, from head to your toes,
for this Christmas year almost anything goes!
And then suddenly onto this scene did appear
a flicker of magic and eight elves with gear
And I heard them exclaim as they drove out of sight
“Hydro One to the rescue, let there be LIGHT!”
Merry Christmas and May You Be Well.