With all due apologies to Clement Moore’s “A Visit From St. Nicholas:”
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the ‘Ville,
Things seemed so quiet, people must have taken a pill.
The new lampposts were decorated, shining all bright,
And that Southern horizon was bathed in warm, ambient light.
Mayor Eden snored in his recliner, over in the middle of town,
Mr. Eaton wanted to nap, too, but at city hall, he hung around.