By Bruce Malcolm
‘Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the town
Not a taxpayer was smiling, they all had a frown.
The Council was busy making rules and regs,
The Spirit of Christmas had got up and got legs.
The town was all covered in ice and in snow,
Folks stuck in their houses, but with places to go,
The roads were not ready no one could get through,
Because staffing was down to a miserable few.
The problem had been no thought was inspired,
To replace aged boomers who had finally retired.
The Mayor half frantic and almost in tears,
Dissent and disorder amongst her worst fears.
When in the town square there arose such a clatter,
Council voted unanimously “let’s see what’s the matter?”
Away to the door they all flew in a flash,
The Mayor and the Deputy went down in a crash.
The roads were not salted, the trucks in their sheds,
The road crew depleted now counting their heads.
As the cabs heated up on idling tractors,
There was no doubt at all … the snow was the factor.
But where would the town find the men to employ?
Thought the Mayor as she looked on without any joy.
Like all of the staff in the dear little town,
The road crew was lacking; their numbers were down.
And on every floor of that ancient town hall,
Men and women were leaving or not there at all.
The moon shining down on the new fallen snow,
Gave the look of midday to the town down below.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the clerk and the planner delivering cheer.
Their driver was none other than the town’s CAO,
I knew in a moment St Nick might just show.
They had been to a conference of the municipal sort,
And found a solution they were about to report.
All hope was not lost; there was talent available,
Staff shortages too were a rumour assailable.
On seekers, on searchers on readers of ads,
On losers, on quitters on workers so bad,
Now the brightest and best were ready to come,
To work at the town for a reasonable sum.
Because the clerk and planner and our dear CAO,
Had found Ravenhill Group was ready to go,
To the ends of the earth, if it was needed to be,
To fill all the Town’s jobs for a reasonable fee.
Now away all the sadness and miserable frowns,
That had overtaken the folks in that dear little town,
Then I heard the Lord Mayor say to all in her sight,
“Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night!”