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Boyleing Points

A Rockaway Carol

By Kevin Boyle

Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the Rock
There were broken hearts
on every block
Where only chimneys remained,
no stockings were there
It was easy to fall to a state of despair
Where were the children,
were they snug in their beds?
Or did visions of fire
dance in their heads
And me in my cap, a tear in my eye
Was suddenly jostled
by a strange burly guy

He said don’t you remember,
this is the beach
Happy days are coming
and all within reach
The place took a pounding,
of that there’s no doubt
But the last thing you do
is count us out

We don’t do it alone, we pull as a team
He said as he jumped
onto a high standing beam

On Hipsters! Now Helpsters!
Now Mormons! Now Amish
On Graybeards and Vollies
and Rockaway Wish !

They help away, help away,
they help away all.

This jolly old guy he was dressed
all in green
The heartiest guy I had ever seen

I hastened to say you’ve forgotten
the best
You’ve neglected the bunch
who never did rest

He shot me a smile, his dimples so
merry
His cheeks were like roses,
his nose like a cherry

Then a huge white sleigh
came out of the sky
And carved on its sides was DSNY

He sprang to the sleigh ever so quick
And finally I realized
it Sanitation Saint Nick

Before I could say
you’ve done us so right
I heard him exclaim
as he flew out of sight

He said it once, then said it again
Rockaway Rises And Rises Again!

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