’Twas three nights before Christmas in our Isle paradise,
Most people now off for a while,
Save the editor of your favourite newspaper,
I have one more column to file.
In what has become a silly tradition,
I’ll make wishes for Christmas in rhyme.
You’d think I would have better things to do now,
It’s clear that I have too much time.
Oh sure, I could be elsewhere, with my lovely wife,
Or my sister-in-law, and my bro;
But I’m told there are those who look forward to this,
Thanks for setting your standards so low.
To departing politician, our own Don McRae,
Whose shoes to fill will be big,
We in the media will miss your smiling face,
We look forward to covering your next gig.
And whether it’s Jim Benninger, or an NDP rep,
Who earns our vote come next May,
We hope you’ll consider Dianne Lineker,
As an assistant to help pave your way.
Dianne has 15 years of experience,
Handling the constituency office.
Dealing with Don McRae, and Stan Hagen before him,
She could hardly be considered a novice.
Cutting down trees from your backyard,
Because they impede your view?
Please check to make sure it’s not a Garry oak
Between the ocean and you.
The ground will break for a new training centre next year,
In Comox, the benefits will be swell
We applaud the efforts by the CVEDS committee in this process
You represented the Valley well.
Four pages of newsprint for Ronna Rae’s tweets?
Ms. Leonard, you’ve nothing to fear;
From our perspective it is worth no more,
Than the lines that you’re reading here.
Of course, a couple of rose-coloured type wishes,
Why not? It’s that time of the year,
Here’s hoping the Food Bank closes for good,
Due to lack of a need for it here.
The same could be said for Lilli and Amethyst Houses,
And the Recovery Centre too.
A perfect world (who doesn’t want one?)
Would see no more clients for you.
And here at the Record, it’s a bittersweet time;
We say goodbye to one of our own.
Our esteemed sports editor, and co-worker, Coup,
Has decided it’s time to go home.
Earle Couper has chosen to retire from the biz
But he’s agreed to stick around,
Until we can sift through all the resumes,
And a proper replacement is found.
Replacement is probably not right to say,
As Coup’s talents are second to none.
But after 41 years as a newspaperman,
He’s overdue time for some fun.
So here I sit all alone at the office,
Pounding out my annual Christmas ode.
Looking back at another year; more wins than losses.
And next year – a heavy workload.
But for right now, let’s start family time,
‘Cause that’s what the season’s about.
Singing and laughing, turkey and stuffing,
And perhaps the odd brussels sprout.
(Give me a break… it rhymes)
Some of us will stay near, with family at hand,
Others hope to catch a late-sailing ferry.
Whatever your plans, may they be filled with joy,
Here’s hoping your Christmas is merry.
Terry Farrell is the editor of the Comox Valley Record