My wife and I have been residents of Williamsburg since December 1989. In those 26 years, we have enjoyed the benefits of the special Christmas season as it is celebrated in our community. While December 1989 was the coldest I can recall, the ice storm that raced through our area on Christmas Eve in 1998 was the most damaging and difficult to live through.
I came across this little take off on the “Night Before Christmas” that I wrote in January 1999.
I put this together a few days after power was restored to our subdivision; it was 10 days without power, as I recall. I sent a copy of this ditty to the Gazette in 2015, but I thought, 20 years later it might still be of some humor to those who endured that unfortunate, but very pretty Christmas Eve and Christmas Day in 1998.
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The Williamsburg Christmas Eve, 1998
‘twas the night before Christmas and all was not right!
Not an ampere was flowing, no heat and no light.
We huddled and cuddled by the fireplace with care
In hopes that Virginia Power soon would be there.
When out in the woods, there rose such a clatter,
We ran to the window o’er this new, fearful matter.
‘twas six! No, many more trees felled by the ice.
We were no longer afraid, but it still wasn’t nice.
What was left of our Christmas, we sat down to assess,
No lights on the tree and it would be chilly to undress.
The hot water was cold and the TV was black,
But we had bread and wine and warm clothes on our back.
We all settled down with that cold view in sight,
On that ice-ladened eve, there’d be no Santa tonight.
So what can we glean from that cold Christmas Eve night?
The memory of Christmas Eve ‘98 holds no joy or delight.