‘Twas the night before snowfall, when all through Grimm’s Gardens,
Not a plant was stirring, not even a grass.
The trucks were parked and washed with care,
In hopes that a blizzard would soon be there.
The employees were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of ice melt, danced in their heads.
One with her boots on, and another with a cap,
Had just settled their brains for a short winter’s nap.
When suddenly the cell phone arose such a clatter,
They sprang from their bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window they flew like a flash,
Tore open the door, in such a mad dash.
The moon shining on the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of midday to their footsteps below,
As the employees of Grimm’s Gardens begin to appear,
So were the trucks all ready to steer.
With a young driver, so lively and fed,
I knew in a moment it must be Ted.
More rapid than eagles, his minions they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
“Now Greg! Now Hannah!
Now, Ben and Joel!
In snow plows! In skid steers!
With shovels on snow!
To the parking lot!
To the strip mall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the city the trucks they flew,
With the ice melt and plow, and coffee too.
They spoke not a word, but worked with a smirk,
Clearing the sidewalks, so you and I can get to work.
And soon they were clear, as any citizen knows,
And giving a nod, the boss man arose.
He sprang to his plow, to his team gave a whistle,
To the next site they drove, like a bullet or missile.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“One more stop to go, then to all a good night!”