Dec 21, 2003 07:46 PST 

'Twas the day before Christmas, when all through Black Mountain
Not a creature was stiriing, tree climbers not countin'

The branches were stuck on the chimney, quite bare
In hopes that an arborist soon would be there

The clients were sleeping all on the first floor
'Cause the maple that fell, changed their roof to a door

The wife in her kerchief, and him in his scarf
Considered the cost, and needed to barf

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
He sprang from the couch 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 sun on the breast of the new fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the damage below

When, what to his wondering eyes should appear
But chippers and trucks, and arborists near

With a lanky driver, wait! I know that man
I knew it must be the one called Blozan

More rapid than eagles his workers they came
And he whistled, and shouted, they moved like a flame

They geared up and sharpened, they got to fixin'
Warmed up the chippers, got 2 cycle mixin'

Clear off the porch! And the top of the wall!
Cut away! Cut away! Drag away all!

As branches before the wild hurricane fly
When they met with the chipper, did mount to the sky

So up to the rooftop the arborists drew
With gear bags of toys, they knew what to do

And then in a roaring, he heard on the roof
The 020's were cutting, offering proof

As he drew in his hand, and was turning around
Down the chimney ol' Will came with a bound

He was dressed in warm clothing, from his head to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished with sawdust and soot

A bundle of rope he had flung on his back
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack

His eyes- how they squinted! His forearms quite hairy
His cheeks were near frostbit, his nose like a cherry

His droll little mouth, drawn up like there was trouble
And the beard on his chin was nothing but stubble

The stick of Wrigleys held tight in his maw
Caused him to speak without moving his jaw

He had a thin face and nary a belly
Don't get too close, as his wet boots are smelly

He was lanky and long, hardly an elf
The client laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Let J.Q. Public know, he had nothing to dread

Will spoke a few words, and went straight to his work
Clovehitched the mantle, and turned with a jerk

Apllying ascenders his rope did accept
And giving a nod, up the chimney he crept

He sprang up to the rooftop, Gave his team a whistle
And descended on down, with the speed of a missile

As the truck drove away, engaging the tackle
The tree came off the roof, with hardly a crackle

And They heard him exclaim, when the claenup was done
Merry Christmas to all!, now let's go home for some fun

I wish all you ENTS a very Merry Christmas!