Life in the Ville by Jimmy Del Ponte

I’m not dreaming of White Christmas, no. My old bones are tired of shoveling snow.

It’s supposed to be a season of peace, but sometimes that’s a crock.

Just try getting a parking space when you go out to shop.

I’m excited because Assembly Row’s almost done. Taking the Orange Line to shop is going to be fun!

Green Line Stations are coming so hop on a train. I’m getting a Charlie Card because driving’s a pain.

The city is thriving, and with any luck, the value of my property will keep going up.

I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t need many gifts. Though it would be nice to wake up with my joints not so stiff.

A season of giving? Yes, I’d say that’s true. In traffic I always give the bird, why, don’t you?

I’m glad I now have teenage boys. I just give them cash, no more buying toys.

My daughter gave me the best gift of all. A beautiful granddaughter! A real living doll!

I walk through Davis Square, and I say as I pause: “That’s where Woolworths, Grants, Gorins, and  The Bargain Center was.”

MacDonald’s is gone again, and if you were to ask me, I’d like to see an Arby’s or perhaps a KFC.

There are enough restaurants, and booze joints, crowded into the Square…

How about an all ages music club for the city kids down there?

To the absentee landlords on College Avenue, I say clear the ice off your walks, it will be  a nice gift from you!

I love this season because the music is thrillin’, Rudolph and Frosty and God rest ye Merry Villens.

So you better not cry, and you better not shout, be courteous when driving, hold your tongue, watch your mouth. 

Be grateful for what you get, and please don’t feel stiffed.

Good health for your loved ones is the very best gift.

I don’t care if it’s politically correct, or in some eyes it’s not right,

But Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!