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The Night Utilities "Suck"

Someone in our region (Cheshire County, Keene, NH area) wrote this. It came to me in an email and as my husband and I read it, we relived our 10 days without power with humor.

This poem perfectly and humorously describes our and several other residents' experiences without power during the holidays... I wish I knew who wrote it so I could give them credit, but no name was attached and it had been pasted into an email to me.

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 Our Nightmare Before Christmas
(or Until Utilities Suck)
 

Twas two weeks before Christmas and all through the town
    it rained and it froze and the trees all fell down.
    The wires that were strung on utility poles
    snapped like a twig and the houses all froze.
 
We got our selves nestled all snug in our bed
    while visions of warmer days danced in our head,
    and me in my thermals and Pa in his cap
    stayed huddled together for a bone chilling nap.
 
The moon on the ice made a crystalline glow
    and we thought to ourselves, just how long can this go?
    When what to our wondering eyes did appear
    but our son with some coffee and donuts and cheer.
 
We could see our white breath in the darkness above
    and deep under the covers I searched for my love.
    His feet, they were frozen and so was his head ---
    made me think to myself that he just might be dead.
 
The days passed so slowly, we must be insane
    as we waited and wondered and called out by name
    "On Thursday, on Friday, on Saturday (shit!)
    on Sunday, on Monday, on Tuesday (please quit!)
    on Wednesday, and Thursday and Friday (oh dread!)
    the kerosene fumes must have gone to our head.
 
To add to the pleasure of winter's delight
    two snowstorms came by - 18 inches of white.
    The snowing and blowing made things bad to worse
    and we prayed to the heavens our pipes wouldn't burst.
 
Pa's eyes now were sunken, his expression --- not merry,
    his cheeks had a pallor, his nose like a cherry.
    The odd little smile on his face wasn't fun
    and he often was mumbling "go get my gun".
 
Then a rap on the door, and  the fireman said,
    "Are you sick, are you sane, and is anyone dead?
    There's a shelter, there's warmth, you can come if you're able,
    we have showers and kindness and food on the table" ---
    and we looked at each other and thought  ---  "what the heck?"
    yeah ... eleven days later you FINALLY check!
 
On night number twelve we heard the faint roar
    of a convoy of trucks and we ran to the door.
    To the top of the poles, to the stretch of the cable ---
    please bring us your power just as fast as you' re able!
 
They spoke not a word, but went straight to their work
    and the power came on with a hum and a jerk.
    They heard us exclaim, as they drove out of sight ---
     MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!
     WE HAVE HEAT! WE HAVE LIGHT!

Comment balloon 1 commentStephanie Jacques • January 02 2009 07:48AM

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Hello, my name is Carol Heim and I'm the author of Our Nightmare Before Christmas poem.  My daughter-in-law had sent my poem to some co-workers and from there it seemed to have taken quite a journey!  I was rather enjoying my "author-less" poem's travels, and feeling amused because it was mine, until it showed up in someone's blog with someone changing a few words and calling it their own --- so I'm coming out of the poetry closet!  It is indeed mine, written by candlelight during the twelve grueling days in Lunenburg without power.  It was entertaining and fun to create my words and helped vent the frustration.  I'm glad so many people could relate to it!  My poem actually ended up on the bulletin board where I work, and no one had a clue that it was mine!  Who says poetry is dull?!

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