Editorial: ‘Twas the Night Before …
Published 12:14 am Wednesday, December 14, 2022
‘Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the county
Developers were counting,
their boomtown bounty.
The rezonings were hung,
in the county building with care
In the hopes that prosperity soon would be there
The people were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of country scenes
filled their heads.
Commissioners in their kerchiefs
and board members in their caps
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the street there arose such a clatter
They sprang from their beds
to see what’s the matter.
Away to the windows they flew with a flash
Developers were filling their pockets with cash.
The moon on the breast of the now fallow land
Gave a luster of mid-day on bulldozers so grand.
Then what to their wondering eyes should appear
But groups of residents, so lively, so clear.
Well, they knew in a moment,
they were in for some lip
These residents they came, heartfelt and hip.
More rapid than eagles, they told them no more
We’ve got industry aplenty, and apartments, too
Who’s making all this money, could it be you?
Then they started calling out, all of their names
Trying to bring, some rezoning shame.
Oh! Renegar, Oh! Poindexter and Blakley too
Can’t you all see what they’re trying to do.
We’re not Clemmons, nor Winston
nor Atlanta, GA
We’re just little ole’ Davie,
staying country, we pray
But no! Growth is good, more jobs and tax
Less strain on your pocketbooks,
so you can finally relax.
And then, they all looked upward,
commissioners and their foes
And saw the fat man, that goes Ho! Ho! Ho!
In his big sleigh, with eight reindeer so quick
They knew in a minute, it must be St. Nick
We’re all in this together, so why do we fight
Especially today, on this special night
So, get it together, you all want the same thing
Better lives for your families, it has a great ring.
I’ll fill all your stockings, he said with a wink
Then headed back up the chimney
in a quick little blink
He sprang to his sleigh,
to his team gave a whistle
And away they all flew
like the down of a whistle
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight
Merry Christmas to all and to all … goodnight.
My apologies to Clement Clarke Moore,
the original author of
“Twas the Night Before Christmas.”
– Mike Barnhardt