Wally’s World
T’was the day before Christmas
And ‘or the Plateau,
There’s the hustle and bustle
Of folks on the go.
We’re in a great hurry
‘Cuz we have a date,
With our children and families
We best not be late.
The Black Diamond Bakery
Sets a busy pace,
There goes Janie the waitress
A grin on her face.
The Swingin’ Arm’s crowded
It’s the town’s newest club,
And they’ll sell you a drink
Or a pizza or sub.
‘Or the river in Buckley
In the Loggers’ Inn,
Michelle and her friends
Share hot shots of gin.
While in Frontier Bank
A loan Becky would sell,
But there’s no one to buy it
‘Cuz we’re all broke as hell.
Back in Enumclaw I park
And go in the Rainier,
I say hello to Katie and
She pours me a beer;
There’s good-looking Kim
Serving a drink or two,
And if you behave
She’ll serve you one, too.
While next door in Roy’s Jewelry
Find gold bracelets and rings,
And for your special sweetheart
You might buy such things.
And people in The Herald
Are joyful and bright,
Golly, even Bill Marcum
Seems high as a kite.
Down the street, there’s Craig Gammon
At the Shack’s display case,
If you need some electronics
This may be your place.
In the ol’ Cole Street bookstore
A place you might look,
Go talk to Robin and
She’ll sell you a book.
While Blair sleeps in his office
The girls run Gateway,
And the store seems quite busy
On this Christmas Eve day.
Then I drive out to Crystal
And sat on a bar stool,
To watch Terry Suzuki
Shoot a game of pool.
Then there’s the martini club
It’s crowded in there,
Just standing room only in
The warm, neon air;
I sat down at the bar
With a coffee nudge drink,
And my mind sort of wanders
As I happen to think;
Of bright colored lights
And toys beneath the tree,
Of Christmas past and present
And Christmas yet to be;
Of long forgotten memories
Of people near and dear,
Of my father and my mother
And perhaps I shed a tear.
But now I glance at the time
It was later afternoon,
I have places to go, so
I better leave soon.
Outside where the cars park
I meet Brian Thim,
He’s a good friend of mine and
You might also know him;
He has the soul of a biker
So it would seem,
As he rides coast to coast
In search of his dream;
So he mounts his machine
And zips up his jacket,
And the bike comes to life
With all kinds of racket;
And I heard him exclaim
As he roared out of sight;
“Merry Christmas to all
And to all a good night!”
