Here is a Christmas poem specifically written for those involved in roadways:
'Twas the night before Christmas
and all around town
Santa couldn't find a parking place,
there was just none to be found.
With roof shingles covered by icicles,
entangled wires of Christmas lights dangling,
chimney hopping had turned perilous,
even as the Ode To Joy choir was still singing.
Santa swung his sleigh to the street
only to be dismayed by a snow plow's feat;
mile high piles
where public parking use to be.
About that time there was a swerve
as the sleigh slid lane to lane,
for the salt trucks had not made it out that night,
and the ice had the reindeer sliding like they were insane.
The sled was halted
by a pothole waist high!
The bags of presents slowly spilled,
dumping gifts for good little girls and boys -
though there were 30 day warranties
on all the video games and toys.
Lucy's work crew number three
was heading home for holiday cheer
when they saw the man with a white beard,
standing in the road, distraught with fear.
“Christmas will be ruined!”, Santa cried,
“For girls and boys everywhere
were counting on me, tonight.”
Petting Rudolph's nose,
Lucy ordered her men into line.
With a huff and a shove,
the sleigh was freed.
Christmas, it seemed, was going to be fine.
“Helping a stranger in need,
do like in kind,”
Santa said, with a wink and a wave
as the reindeer lifted off the ground,
“makes the best of mankind!”
Merry Christmas to all,
and to all, a good night!