They say the Recession officially ended in 2009....hmmmm, not so sure about that. The average U.S. income has continued to drop, combine that with inflation, the re-distribution of wealth, lower home values and we have a lot more "poor" people in 2011 than we had in 2009.
(This poem was originally posted on 12/24/2010 and it no longer reflects our exact circumstances.)
'Twas the Night before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the home
Not a bill had been paid, not even the loans.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with fear
That Saint Nicholas would not be visiting this year.
Soon the children were nestled all cold in their beds
While visions of propane danced in their heads.
And Papa in his sweats and I, in my gown,
Settled onto our sofa at the side skirts of town.
When out on the roof there arose such a fray,
I thought it was bankers come to take our house away.
Across to the window I flew like a bird,
Only bankruptcy could save us now, I had heard.
The moon on the beads of fresh fallen rain,
Gave the lustre of dreaming to my over-stressed brain.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But eight tiny workers and a big job for next year!
My husband climbed out, so lively and quick,
And signed the sub-contract, lickety-split.
More happy than ever, his workers let out a cheer
They would have jobs for the coming new year!
Now Christian, now Brian!
Now Mario and Rick!
On Daniel, on Ryan!
On, Lionel and Nick!
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
Paint away! Paint away!
Paint away all!
As dry leaves that before the Recession flew,
When they meet new work, they rise anew.
Up to Ukiah the painters they flew
With a truck full of ladders and my husband too.
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The sound of a ladder and my dog saying "woof".
As I drew in my head and was closing the shade,
My husband came down with the money he'd made.
He was dressed all in white from his head to his toes,
Except for the paint that splattered his clothes.
A bundle of toys he had slung on his back
And some new boots for me and a treat for the cat
His eyes, how they twinkled, and he looked extra tall.
He was home for Christmas and with presents for all.
His red, little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the paint on his whiskers was like fresh, winter snow.
Some pink chewing gum he held tight in his teeth,
And he blew a huge bubble the size of a wreath.
He had a rugged face and muscles to boot,
They rippled when he laughed, and he was so cute!
He was happy and proud, jolly like an elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a whisper in my ear,
Let me know that things would be better next year!
He spoke no more words but allowed me to see,
As he filled all the stockings for our whole family.
And laying a finger on top of the knob,
He opened the door in search of more jobs.
He sprang to his truck, sent his workers a text,
And away they all flew from one job to the next.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Recovery to all and to all a good night!"
My hubby!
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