The Chairman's Corner
By Robert Fraser
In celebration of this holiday season, I'd like to share my interpretation of
"A Visit From St. Nicholas" written by Clement Clark Moore in 1822. I wrote this many years ago for a network
marketing group speech and have had fun with it every year since then. Best wishes to you and your family for
a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
T'was the week before Christmas and all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
All the contents were packed with the greatest of care,
in hopes that our movers soon would be there.
The children were a-waiting on the edge of their beds,
while visions of their new house danced in their heads.
And Mama with her tape-gun, and I with mine,
had just finished packing and everything looked fine.
When out in the driveway there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to the front door to see what was the matter.
I flung the door open in such a flash,
I hit my face and opened a gash.
The sun on the breast of the new morning dew,
gave the luster of mid-day on the arriving crew.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a huge moving van and some movers very near.
With a driver in the lead, so lively and polite,
I knew in a moment we selected just right.
More rapid than eagles, his movers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
"Now Johnny! Now Don! Now Carey! Now Paul!
Let's wrap 'em, let's load 'em, let's move 'em, let's haul!
From inside the house to inside our truck,
let's move these fine people and wish them 'Good Luck'!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
they blew into the house, smiling as they went by.
So right to work they went this fine moving crew,
with all of their teeth and good attitudes too!
They were dressed fine, from their heads to their feet,
they were not slobs, they were all very neat.
And then in a twinkling as I looked around,
I noticed no moons and good manners abound.
The driver, his eyes...oh how they twinkled,
his cheeks were rosy with nary a wrinkle!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
He looked like Santa, the thought crossed my mind,
but I knew he was a mover...the best of his kind!
The truck was now loaded with the utmost of care,
they went to the new house and we met them there.
They spoke not a word but went straight to work,
with the gash in my face I felt like a jerk;
For I thought movers bad and not to be trusted,
they delivered on time and nothing was busted.
After the truck was empty and all was in place
we exchanged 'thank-you's' all face to face.
They sprang to their truck and as they drove out of sight
they yelled "Merry Christmas and to all a Good Night!"
So one last word and bit of advice,
Call licensed movers and don't think twice!
- CMSA Communicator