A DONNER SUMMIT CHRISTMAS CAROL*

STAVE 1: DEVELOPER'S GHOST

'Twas the eve of Christmas,

A night dark and fell

Three developers stood huddled, 

Wrapped up 'gainst the chill

On the bleak threshold

Of the icy old Lodge

They gazed at the doorknocker,

And this thought couldn't dodge

The brass knocker on the door

Of the ratty old dump 

Bore an eerie resemblance

To their friend Donald Trump**.

Its eyes were all bleary

Its mouth just a smirk

As it said," hail my old buddies

Todd, Mark, and Kirk***."

"I hear that you're planning

Royal Gorge's riches to squander

So some spirits I know will visit tonight

And give you something to ponder."

Todd, Mark, and Kirk scrambled

And rushed into Ice Inn

They headed straight to the bar

For spirits of vodka and gin.

They tried to ignore

The lights' constant dim and flicker

They couldn't have gotten

To their rooms any quicker

The sounds from the cellar

The creaks on the stairs

Had this trio of developers

Saying their prayers.

But tho' they're soundly tucked in

Heads hidden under the covers

A spirit,entering in a flood of light

Over them shimmers and hovers.

(To be continued)

*Standard Disclaimer-- this is all the Dickens of a dream, and there is no intention to represent any persons alive or dead.  If you oppose out of control development on Donner Summit, please make your feelings known to the Placer County Planning  Department and Board of Supervisors.

**Not the real Donald Trump

***Not  the Todd Foster, Mark Foster, and Kirk Syme, who propose to build over 900 units on the stellar and pristine Royal Gorge Cross Country Ski Resort