‘Twas the Night Before Christmas and beneath Princeton’s star,
the mayor and council walked the KVR.
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The taxpayers were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of water slides danced in their heads.
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When along from the tunnel there arose such a clatter,
councillors jumped to one side. Frank yelled: “What’s the matter?”
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When what to their wondering eyes should they see?
But Santa Claus, riding a new ATV.
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His hat was askew and his nose was quite red.
He looked at the council and shook his white head.
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“You should read all the notes I’ve got in the mail.
There are plenty of people upset by this trail.”
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He geared down his machine and pulled to the side.
But he wobbled a bit as he hopped off his ride.
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“It’s always something with you. Last time it was deer.”
Then he reached for his sack, and he pulled out a beer.
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The mayor was startled by Santa’s condition.
Then the old elf began to wave a petition.
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“No. No,” said the mayor. “You’ve got it all wrong.”
“We really want people to just get along.”
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The councillors agreed the past year wasn’t pretty.
And then they explained about their committee.
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The trail is to ski and to cycle and walk,
but both sides have agreed to sit down and talk.
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“A bypass, a compromise? Well that’s a good goal.
Maybe I’ll back peddle and replace all your coal.”
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“And before I leave Princeton, I cannot forget,
I promised to stop by and see Ed Vermette.”
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He jumped on his four-wheeler and it rose in the sky.
“Getting ‘round the trail is easy, if you know how to fly.”
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- AD