A short note about last week’s paper …thanks to the double power outages, I created the newspaper mostly using my phone. I don’t recommend it, and I hope to never do it again.
So, this week is Christmas, and as usual, I like to create a poem about Forks, and Christmas using a popular poem and changing it up Forks style, and my favorite template to use is “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas,” originally “A Visit from St. Nicholas”, written by Clement C. Moore in 1822, read to his children, and first published anonymously in the Troy Sentinel newspaper on December 23, 1823, becoming a holiday classic.
Here is this year’s Forks version …
’Twas the Night Before Christmas …Forks Edition 2025
’Twas the night before Christmas, in Forks, way out west,
Where the rain never pauses, it’s really the best.
The raingear was hung by the woodstove with care,
And the boots by the doorway still dripping right there.
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The moss on the trees hung like nature’s own art,
While the elk and the deer played games in the dark.
Old Hwy 101 hummed a soft winter tune,
As log trucks rolled by in the glow of the moon.
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The rivers rushed high with their silvery swishing,
A perfect December for steelhead fishing.
And deep in the forest, where no one could watch,
There were rumors of footsteps belonging to Sasquatch.
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On beaches where ocean waves thunder and sigh,
The salt-scented breezes were Christmas gone by.
While Twilight tourists wandered, still hoping to see
A hint of the magic from Bella and he.
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But Forks folks were nestled and feeling no care,
Thankful for home and the beauty that’s there.
The rain tapped the rooftops, a soft lullaby,
And the clouds wrapped the hilltops, asleep in the sky.
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And as Christmas Eve settled on forest and shore,
The town whispered peace; who could ask for much more?
For here in the rainforest where wild things roam free,
There’s no place like Forks on a night meant to be.
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Merry Christmas to all in our moss-covered town,
From the beaches and rivers to streets raining down.
Christi Baron, Editor
