Opinion

Holiday season, so it’s time for a rhyme

Wally’s World

T’was the day before Christmas

And ‘or the Plateau,

There’s the hustle and bustle

Of folks on the go.

We’re in a great hurry

‘Cuz we have a date,

With our children and families

We best not be late.

The Black Diamond Bakery

Sets a busy pace,

There goes Janie the waitress

A grin on her face.

The Swingin’ Arm’s crowded

It’s the town’s newest club,

And they’ll sell you a drink

Or a pizza or sub.

‘Or the river in Buckley

In the Loggers’ Inn,

Michelle and her friends

Share hot shots of gin.

While in Frontier Bank

A loan Becky would sell,

But there’s no one to buy it

‘Cuz we’re all broke as hell.

Back in Enumclaw I park

And go in the Rainier,

I say hello to Katie and

She pours me a beer;

There’s good-looking Kim

Serving a drink or two,

And if you behave

She’ll serve you one, too.

While next door in Roy’s Jewelry

Find gold bracelets and rings,

And for your special sweetheart

You might buy such things.

And people in The Herald

Are joyful and bright,

Golly, even Bill Marcum

Seems high as a kite.

Down the street, there’s Craig Gammon

At the Shack’s display case,

If you need some electronics

This may be your place.

In the ol’ Cole Street bookstore

A place you might look,

Go talk to Robin and

She’ll sell you a book.

While Blair sleeps in his office

The girls run Gateway,

And the store seems quite busy

On this Christmas Eve day.

Then I drive out to Crystal

And sat on a bar stool,

To watch Terry Suzuki

Shoot a game of pool.

Then there’s the martini club

It’s crowded in there,

Just standing room only in

The warm, neon air;

I sat down at the bar

With a coffee nudge drink,

And my mind sort of wanders

As I happen to think;

Of bright colored lights

And toys beneath the tree,

Of Christmas past and present

And Christmas yet to be;

Of long forgotten memories

Of people near and dear,

Of my father and my mother

And perhaps I shed a tear.

But now I glance at the time

It was later afternoon,

I have places to go, so

I better leave soon.

Outside where the cars park

I meet Brian Thim,

He’s a good friend of mine and

You might also know him;

He has the soul of a biker

So it would seem,

As he rides coast to coast

In search of his dream;

So he mounts his machine

And zips up his jacket,

And the bike comes to life

With all kinds of racket;

And I heard him exclaim

As he roared out of sight;

“Merry Christmas to all

And to all a good night!”

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