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Monthly Board Meeting


Twas five nights after Christmas, when all through the town 
Not a creature was stirring, not even a clown
The lights were hung by the doorways with care, 
In hopes that West Pittston Tomorrow soon would be there; 
The children were nestled all snug in their beds; 
While visions of Ballyhoo danced in their heads; 
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and dad in his cap, 
Had just settled down for a short winter's nap, 
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, 
Dad sprang from his chair to see what was the matter. 
Away to the window he flew like a flash, 
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. 

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, 
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below, 
When what to his wondering eyes did appear, 
But a red mini van and eight volunteers, 
With a little old driver so lively and swell, 
He knew in a moment it was Chipper Bell. 
More rapid than eagles the committee they came, 
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: 
"Now, Jane! now, Walt, now Jacobs and Judy! 
On, Russin! on, Branley! on Linda and John! 
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! 
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" 

As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, 
When met with an obstacle, still not a house got passed by; 
So through the streets the coursers they flew 
With the van full of joy, and Pat Sammon too— 
And then, in a twinkling, dad heard at the curb
The laughter and praise for each little blurb. 
As he drew in his head, and was turning around, 
Up the walk Ellen Quinn came with a bound. 

She was dressed all in fur, from her head to her foot, 
And her clothes were all tarnished with snowflakes and soot; 
A bundle of forms she had flung on her back
And she looked like a shopper just opening her pack. 
Her helpers—how they twinkled! their smiles, how merry! 
Their cheeks were like roses, their noses like a cherries!
Their small shiny cameras drawn up like a bow, 
And the gloves on their hands were as white as the snow; 
The stump of a pen Ellen held tight in her teeth, 
And the laughter, encircled the group like a wreath; 
They saw the Santa in the yard with its little round belly 
That shook in the wind, like a bowl full of jelly. 

The judges were happy and bright, right jolly old elves
And dad laughed when he saw them, in spite of himself; 
And the wink of an eye and a twist of a head 
Soon gave dad to know he had nothing to dread; 
They spoke not a word, but went straight to their work, 
Checking the Christmas lights; then turned with a jerk, 
And, laying a finger aside of her nose, 
And giving a nod, to the next house they strode.

Chipper sprang to his van, to his team gave a whistle, 
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. 
But dad heard them exclaim, ere they drove out of sight— 
“Happy Christmas West Pittston and to all a good night!”

An Ode to the 1ST Annual House Decorating Contest
First Place Traditional --  11 Luzerne Avenue
First Place Whimsical -- Corner Philadelphia Avenue & Second Street
First Place Business --  128 Luzerne Avenue
Second Place Traditional
​110 Susquehanna Avenue
Second Place Whimsical
706 Montgomery Avenue
Honorable Mention 

  110 Linden Street
  116 Linden Street
  311 York Avenue
  108 Susquehanna Avenue

  205 York Avenue
  12 Ann Street  

Wednesday, January 27 at 7 PM
 in the Borough Building.
​The meeting is open to the public.