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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the city
Construction cranes have long left Delfinoville
Ritz Towers awaiting buyers still left with Yuletide liquidity
Shoppers at Westchester and Galleria long left after filling the till.
Not a legislator or councilperson was stirring not even a union president.
The County and City budget stockings were hung by Michaelian & Main chimneys with toes crossed,
In hopes Angels Barach, Chuck, Hillary , Nita and Governor Pat Would Stuff Them full with bailout cash,
The better to build up the Tap Zee before it descends into the Hudson with a splash,
Loaded with Barach Bucks to hold back tax increases from school budgets grossed
The citizens, nestled snug in their beds after a last minute spending dash,
With visions of sweet sugar plums of sales tax into the city’ s till with money in gobs.
Paul Wood in his trusty chair, cellphone in ear and the kindly Cuneo-Harwood applying her part
Her budget cap and Magic CAFR Dust had just settled the city in for a short winter’s nap;
No new approvals, Just a quiet extra ¼% if Adam Bradley has a heart and to the legislature he lobs.
When out on Renaissance Square there arose such a clatter,
Wood the Wizard sprang from his desk in City Hall garret
Suspending secret union talks to see what was the matter,
Away to the window, he flew in a flash, stunned to see at the Ritz Island
Construction begin on Christmas Eve anew.
He tore open the shutters and threw up the sash,
As DPW Hydrogen trucks rolled across Renaissance Square with a crash.
The moon shown on the crest of vigilante DPW crew,
DPW Major Domo Nicoletti was summoned to pull off the daring duo
Attempting to remove the Ritz Carlton Stone with a smash.
“It’s Christmas,” Wood said to the DPW Head. Santa can’t come with all this to-do, and we haven’t gotten a court order yet.”
Turning from the Union Presidents asking for another per cent,
The nimble Wood and barrister Dunphy did fret.
Fashioning a Christmas stop work order for all the City.
“It’s a disgrace,” said gatekeeper Paul Wood, “Bud will swing for this one.
When hounded by clamorous press in voicemail message curt.
Seeking an explanation for the distressa.
“Judge Suzy hasn’t ruled yet, she needs at least a year,
How can we tear down the stone on Christmas,” said right hand press spokespersonna Melissa
As Saint Theresa and she patiently awaited the holiday agenda thick and toney
For Christmas Eve’s Special Session.
The construction lights gave the luster of midday, to the trucks lined up causing them
To glow like fresh fallen snow.
When what to the crew’s surprise should appear,
But a big red sleigh, pulled by six councilpersons..
With a jolly old driver, so lively and quick, looking very
Much like Mayor Joseph Delfino with a sleigh full of holiday cheer.
The city servants working late, knew in a moment it must be their leader.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came on the wintry scene
“Now, Boykin! Now Malmud! Now Lecouna!
On Roach! On Hockley! On Power!
To the Top of City Hall! To the Top of the Wall!
Attach that howser to the Ritz Stone and pull down that wall!”
Into the Council Chamber they rushed to assemble a proclamation to all!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!
As empty lots before developers fill, bearing promissory notes and refi’s creating cash anew
With extensions and cash aid for foreclosees
To the City Hall roof his sturdy council did fly.
With the Mayor’s sleigh full of toys, and the jolly Mayor, too.
Throwing 5 per cents here and 5 per cents there.
In a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The serious voices of each councilman giving proof
That the sleeping city was in sure hand with sales taxes and ObamaBucks on way
As Mr. Wood drew in crewcut head, turning around,
Down the circular stair the Mayor and Council came with a bound.
The Mayor was dressed in his Mayor’s suit, from his head to his foot,
His brown trademark suit was draped with resolutions for
Tax relief and clean funds to attract developers anew.
A bundle of plans, for a clean up in the dump, too,
Nicoletti brought forth for Mayor and council to consider.
The Mayor, his eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up in a smile…”Yes, Bud, these are the plans the city needs!”
The Mayor spoke not a word, but went straight to his desk, he bade Council be seated, and with not a voice of denial,
Presented the resolution, the council spread the communications with glee
He congratulated Straub, Cullom and Jackson for law and order with style,
He lay plans for condos and apartmnts for the homeless with care
With BID restaurants to cater the less fortunate with compassion’s splendid fare.
With the 2001 Committee spreading its proceeds to preserve foreclosures
Gifts to the city from the hardest working Common Council without guile.
Suspending politics for a moment, bipartisan and all smile;
Thanking the council, commissioners on 24 hour shifts, and city staff stalwart,
and benefactors generosity
America’s favorite Mayor sprang to the circular stair and sleigh,
To his team gave a whistle, and away the Mayor and council flew like the down of a thistle.
But the citizens heard them exclaim, as the team drove out of sight
Filled with new Union Contract goodies, budget cuts and sales tax stuff, with lowered
Tax rates and steadied assessments, the Mayor exclaimed,
“We can never thank you enough”
The proclamation passed to citizens all
“Happy Christmas to All and to all a good night!”
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