as a special treat on this Holiday – a second look at Reality Bites by James Norton…

Reality Bites by James Norton for the week of December 21

A non-mysterious Christmas Tale

‘Twas the night before Christmas and the Mayor is afluster –
How will he win back the cops, to whom he’s been a ball-buster?

The deal has been struck with The Midget and his cohorts,
Another job in the family of the one whom they say extorts.

With labor conditions in the sick building at an all-time low-point,
Now would be the perfect time for another puppet to appoint.

Let’s not forget about the toys for the tots that had vanished,
Just what does it take for a member of the “team” to be banished?

Something seems odd, why won’t the Mayor admonish his puppets;
Maybe the rumors are true and he’s merely the Hogg’s Muppet.

Meanwhile, drivers have supposedly been trained in the Yard,
In the hopes that someday soon they’ll have their own CDL card.

On Gerwitz, on Jehlen, Provost and all manner of Progressive;
They have turned local politics around, it has become downright regressive.

Harking back to the days of SUN, SCEOC and other liberal organizations,
It is the death of the old-boy network, ignorance leading to their own political castrations.

Rumor has it that the Feds have been grazing in our own backyard;
Conspiracy theories running wild, people’s loyalties completely charred.

At a time when people should be trying to heal;
Wounds run deep, apologies unspoken, it’s very surreal.

In the year of the never-ending elections;
It’s a great time to piece the puzzle together – time to show the interconnections.

Of the people behind the scenes; they do nothing but watch the ‘blog
And wait their turn to post some nasty tidbit about some cog.

In the wheel of local political life that is known as “the dance”;
Comes many a Pod-Person, some even willing to finance.

Someone who will send the current administration home to pack;
It won’t matter much; the next one will be the next King of the Hacks.

So they say things will never change – to those I feel sorry;
If you don’t learn to mend the fences now, it will be your own folly.

In this time of holiday cheer, mirth and merry,
Why do we have to have so many people unwary?

In any case, this year we probably won’t see old Saint Nick,
It’s not Christmas anymore, it’s merely a carrot stick.

For us, it’s still called Christmas – nothing more, nothing less;
Not just some symbol of antiseptic excess.

From us here at The Somerville News, we wish all good night and be well;
And for those unwilling to laugh at themselves, then just go to Hell.