As Christmas Eve darkened across Bawcomville.
Children from Rayville and towns all around, danced
to Brenda Lee, as the lights flickered and went out.
Thunder! Crash! Kaboom! Blam! The night sky glowed
red as tree limbs fell.
The children were worried Christmas would be late,
that Santa would get lost crossing Caney Lake.
As the winter wind swirled Santa called out to his team,
we will make Columbia by midnight and the Bonne Idee.
The frozen lake glistened by the lights of the mill,
lighting the way for Santa Clause to come visit Bawcomville.
Leaving presents and candy Santa climbed high in his sleigh,
saying "Merry Christmas Bawcomville this fine Christmas Day."
Christmas always comes, always.
- Tom M.
© 2020 Tom Malmay
