Ladybugs & Stinkbugs

Our Town - 2008

(Please note - it's not this bad for us, but it still is for some others in this area.)

Tis the night before Christmas and all through the town

Debris of all kind is stacked in a mound

Houses are beat up, trees are not there

The landscape is different and curiously bare



Fences are gone and the dogs have got out

Insurance agents are nowhere about

Mold in its grandeur is lining the walls

Inside the cabinets and all through the halls



Moms are exhausted and daddies are spent

They're paying their house notes and now paying rent

FEMA is long gone, the Red Cross has split

Searching for new towns disasters have hit



The children are restless as they lay in their beds

With troubled thoughts filling their heads

Can Santa find them amid all the rubble

Or will he think it's just not worth the trouble



Then out of the night comes the sound of small hoofs

Prancing and pawing atop the blue roofs

Though Santa's landmarks were not where they'd been

The shine of the trailers guided him in



He managed somehow to deliver the toys

To all the deserving good girls and boys

And they heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight

"To mess up this evening, it takes more than IKE"