On numerous nights before Christmas,
In Providence’s Collier Park,
People gather together
And stand around in the dark. Mr. Picozzi is NOT nestled
All snug in his bed.
For Frank has other ideas
Dancing around in his head. The time is 8:20 pm.
Cars and trucks do steadily arrive.
As each participant pulls in,
The Warwick Santa’s idea comes more alive. Some wait quietly while others chat with friends.
All are there for the same reason –
Frank has shown those gathered
A new meaning to the season. Flashlights in hand,
Caring hearts all around.
It’s seconds before 8:30;
Loud it would be, if love made a sound. The time has come to say goodnight to the kids.
Pixels now dance in the moonlit sky,
From the back of a white pickup,
While I wipe a tear from my eye. As Frank’s tree spells Merry Christmas,
The kids flash their lights on floors 1-5.
Sickness is put aside for a few short minutes
And the spirit of Christmas comes alive. Good night, Hasbro, and good night, kids.
We wish you good health in the upcoming year.
Our hearts hold you close in thought, love and prayer.