CC2day's Christmas Wish List
To all our bloggers who make this site swell.
May all your post comments be complimentary as well.
To the commenters we've exiled, their punishment will beckon,
Especially the ones as bad as Steve Peckham.
To my fellow eCapers who labor so prodigious,
A delish Christmas dinner, and your spouse does the dishes.
To Cape Cod's politicos who next year seek our vote,
May you all get elected (hey, that's just a joke).
To our own Christy Mihos, we want something nice,
Like some cleats for his shoes so he won't slip on black ice.
For his opponent Chuck Baker, what else can we say,
Except hide his last job with a rewritten resume.
To our police and firemen who work day and night,
No one plays with the matches and everyone drives right.
To the Cape Cod Commission whose greed's over-flowing,
A move to another county and help to get going.
To Town Manager Klimm, Barnstable'sl Darth Vader,
A Town Council vote making him a Dictator.
To Mashpee "Praying Indians" who forgot Jesus Christ,
A conversion to their old gods - hey, they got a good price.
To Congressman Bill, a new master to bow to,
And listen to your voters, if you even know how to.
To sham Senator Kirk who Deval asked to serve,
The deep, dark oblivion to which you deserve.
And to Senator Kerry, some rough para sailin',
He's our own bush league version of hot Sarah Palin.
To State Senator O'Leary who taught at MMA,
A political comeuppance for his cowardly Cape Wind nay.
To Rep Sarah Peake we'll be tainting,
Her despised Town Hall painting.
To Reps Patrick and Turner we'll deck all the halls,
For supporting Cape Wind when it really took balls.
To Democrats here as they drift to the right,
A new name for their party - GOP sounds about right.
To Cape Cod's Republicans as they disappear from sight,
It was fun while it lasted, sleep well and good night.
To Barnstable's DPW for their recent plowing role,
A deep hole to hide it and a small lump of coal.
To those heroes at the Oceanic in Woods Hole on Cape Cod,
A thousand new fishes, and every one of them odd.
To Bob Dwyer at the museum of our nature, so dear,
A thousand new donors to greet the New Year.
To the Cynthia Stead, a bizarre change of will,
And a return to her Liberal youth on Blue Hill.
To Cape Cod Healthcare, every doc, nurse and lackey,
A quiet New Year when no visitor goes wacky.
To Felis at Alberto's who fed me all year,
A week or two off with some Portuguese beer.
To Bill Koch and his Alliance, those fossil fuel fools,
Approval for Cape Wind and watch us all drool.
To Clean Power Now for their long, well fought fight,
Victory at last, may your future be bright.
To our friends at The Times may ad space cease to taper,
And every kid on Cape Cod start to read your newspaper.
To the folks at Cape's weeklies, short staffed and ill-paid,
Generous publishers who make their worries all fade.
May our eight Public Radio station's staff start to smile,
As thousands and thousands more turn to your dial.
May Bob Whitcomb at Projo at last reach his goal,
A well-financed dotage some place near Woods Hole.
To the gang at The Globe, the end of its groaner,
When a liberal local becomes its new owner.
And The Herald's Bill Purcell has a transmogrification,
And moves to the left like the rest of the nation.
For Cape Cod TODAY an internet heaven,
As more dig our motto: "Cape Cod 24/7."
To my hard-working wife Pat, who says "all is forgiven,"
"You can still write this column and not work for a living."