‘Twas a Christmas eve, crisp and cold,
In a town where stories were often told.
Seminole Pole, the local star,
Crafted light poles near and far.
In a workshop snug, under moonlight’s gleam,
Concrete light poles danced in a dream.
Whiskers of snow on each sturdy pole,
Ready to bring joy to every Christmas stroll.
All the Touchtons, a really jolly bunch,
Gathered the poles for a festive hunch.
‘Let’s bring some cheer, bright and bold,
To every corner, young and old.’
Up in the square, the poles took their stand,
Each one wrapped in tinsel, like a sleigh-land.
With a jolly old grin and a heart full of glee,
The Touchtons cried, ‘Let the light show be!’
The poles twinkled and sparkled, oh so bright,
Casting a warm and merry light.
Families gathered, hearts full of cheer,
To share in the magic, oh so near.
But the tale doesn’t end with the light so merry,
For Seminole Pole had a plan quite cherry.
They gifted each pole to a family near,
Spreading love and joy, loud and clear.
Now, every Christmas, the town aglow,
With concrete light poles in a festive row.
A gift from Seminole Pole, oh so grand,
Lighting up holidays, across the land.