Wednesday, December 19, 2012


T’was the night before Christmas


T’was the night before Christmas,

when all through the town,



The Wolfe Island turbines echoed a swooshing sound.



The wind leases were hung by the chimney with care,



In hopes that BP soon would be there;



The windies were nestled all snug in their beds,



While visions of riches danced in their heads.



Voters for Wind dressed in their green shirts and caps,



Had just settled in for their long winter naps.



When across the river arose such a clatter,



They sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.



Away to the window they flew like a flash,



Hoping to get a bag full of cash.



The shadow flicker hitting the new fallen snow,



Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below;



When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,


But a view of Wolfe Island and eight maimed reindeer.



 When They met with the blades,



More rapid than eagles their demise had come.


As the turbines chopped them up one by one...



~~~





5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Imagine, bringing us Christmas cheer with the thought of chopped-up reindeer. Ho! Ho! HO!

Anonymous said...

Brilliant!

Anonymous said...

Just what I needed this morning...a good laugh!

Anonymous said...

Posted by K. Muschell, what a wing nut. I see where your Christmas spirit is and will always be, in the garbage. First it's the birds and the bats, now it's Santas reindeer. You're reaching for new material and it's deep in the sewers where your ideas come from. Good bye.

Anonymous said...

8:55 Obviously you don't beleive in santa and his low flying sled.This was just a joke for your entertainment..... get into the christmas sprit you moron..... You just get so testy whenever you think someone is standing between you and your wind blood money...
just how does it feel trying to throw this town overboard just for a few buck in your pocket?
The quicker you,BP and their wind turbines get out of this town the better !!!!!!