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A Visit From the Garden Elf

Posted by The_Dollmaker 4B5A NewEngland (My Page) on
Mon, Dec 13, 04 at 11:05

With apologies to Roger Swain!

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the yard
Not a creature was stirring, the ground was so hard.
The plantings were mulched and composted with care,
In hopes that the field mice were not nesting there.

Perennials were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of seed packets danced in our heads.
With Dad in his gaiters and Mom in showshoes
And most of the neighbors away on a cruise.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my tub to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
And shouted "Who dares ruin my bubble bath!"

The sun on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature wheelbarrow pulled by a Deere,

With a little old driver, whose smile so insane,
I knew in a moment it was Roger Swain.
Brighter than holiday lights his suspenders,
And fresh-fallen snow was on his tractor fenders.

"Now! Pumpkins! Now! Pole beans! Now Cosmos, and Rose!
You're sleeping and strengthening under the snow!
You'll cover the porch! You'll cover the wall!
But not `til next Spring! So sweet dreams for all!

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So into the chopper and onto the pile,
We'll put them to good use after a while.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the shed
The crashing and clanging of ice skates and sled
As I grabbed for my towel and pulled out the plug
Roger called up, "Now come out of that tub!"

He was dressed all in flannel, from head to his toes,
And L.L. Bean boots were covering those;
A bundle of birdseed was flung on his back,
And he looked like a lumberjack carrying a pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

An ergonomic snow shovel tight in his hands,
I wondered what possibly could be his plans.
He tied up his boots with their bright woolen socks
That were rolled up high and peeked out the tops.

He was rosy and cheery, a right jolly old elf;
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And shoveled my driveway; then turned with a jerk,
And flicking the last snowflake off of his nose
And giving a nod, up the porch steps he rose;

He kicked off his boots, and shook off the flannel
And turned my TV to the Home-Garden channel.
And I heard him exclaim, as he turned on the lights,
"Break out the hot cocoa! I'm spendin' the night!"


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RE: A Visit From the Garden Elf

That is too cute!


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RE: A Visit From the Garden Elf

ROTFL! Wonderful job, Kathy!


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RE: A Visit From the Garden Elf

Awesome talent!
That reminds me anyone going to the new england grows 2005 in feb...that elf outa be there (usually is).

Thanks again for a really cute tale. lol

ps so does that mean he spent the night at your place?:)

Here is a link that might be useful: Wondering who Swain is?


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No, but we held hands once!


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No Fair Teasing!!! Now you have to tell the WHOLE story!


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Awesome!


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I think I may have told the story before! In 1999, when I was still living in an apartment and didn't even own a houseplant, our radio station was getting ready to do the annual live broadcast from the flower show in Portland. I had never been, and had no plans to go. The day before the gig, the talent had a dizzy spell and I called him an ambulance. (He was a 75-year-old smoker, had many heart issues, several surgeries, and was not looking well that day. Just for the record, he was trying to talk me out of calling an ambulance!) They kept him in the hospital overnight and the flower show remote was re-assigned to me. I was hooked the minute I walked through the door! Roger gave me several interviews and walked around with me a lot. I had no idea who he was at the time!


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What a marvelous story! And poem.

MM


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Now what is the REAL story! lol :) just kidding...


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Just LOVE the poem .... and the story! Thank you. I 'm saving it, if that's all right with you!
Anne-Marie--who can't get those garden programs on TV here. I'm jealous


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I did watch him on Victory Garden after that, but I don't watch PPP. Too commercial.


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