the second Sunday of December.
Murfreesboro townsfolk, young and old
Head down to Main Street in the freezing cold.
Christmas music is loudly played
While children dance about—it’s the Christmas parade!
The horses trot, the Grinch is grinning
A concrete truck is lit and spinning.
Willie Wonka’s chocolate river flows by
And there’s the Patriots, the champs, from Oakland High!
Marching band sounds are heard far and near
I hope that person knows how to steer.
Skateboarders are whizzing down the street
Like a gang of elves with wheels on their feet.
Reece’s Cups wrapped in foil of gold
Still tasty when frozen hard from the cold.
Merry Christmas, a candidate for office said
Hey look, a tribute to that zebra named Ed!
Vintage cars roll by, the end is drawing near
But wait, hold your horses, Santa Claus is here!
Flying candy spreads holiday cheer
There’s a reason it’s called the best season of the year.
