It was the night before Christmas and all through the county, department heads were scurrying to find some more money.
Their budgets are empty and oh how they care, cause you cant spend the money if it just isnt there.
The employees are nestled with vacation days ahead, not much going on, the place looks dead.
And I in my office waiting for the New Year, knowing that a new budget soon will be here.
When all of a sudden I heard such a clatter, I sprang from my desk to see whats the matter.
The Gradalls busted, I heard the mechanic cry. Only $10,000 to fix it, as I let out a sigh.
Theres no money to fix it, as I started to shake, wondering why oh why cant we ever get a break.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a big 18 wheeler unloading a new Gradall right here.
The man in the cab all dressed up in red, with a fuzzy white beard hanging down below his head.
Whats this! I cried, You know we cant afford to pay! No problem, he said as he started out on his way.
I then shouted out, You mean this new machine is free? He hollered back, Sure, Ill just bill it to Precinct Three.
By Wharton County Commissioner D.C. ?Chris? King