We tried to continue the tradition of a x-mas ryme or song made last year: 'Twas the night before a forecasted blizzard, when all through the house I was stirring like a little nervous mouse; The plows were hung on the my trucks with care, In hopes that Ole Man Winter would soon be here; My wife was nestled all snug in our bed, While visions of spending danced in her head; Wife in our bed, and I just about to take a nap, When out on the street there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, tripped over the tv remote and fell on my ass! Tore open the shade and to my wondering eyes should appear, a Walter snow fighter with 8 tons of salt flying through the air! With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be correct, that St. Weatherman for once was right on the money! So more rapid than snowmobiles, I took to plow. "Now, Fisher Sander! now, Boss Plow! To the driveways and parking lots away we well go! Now dash away! dash away! From the sound of the plows I heard in my cab Merry Christmas to all and to all a prosperous night!