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 can’t spend the money if it just isn’t 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 what’s the matter.
“The Gradall’s busted,” I heard the mechanic cry. “Only $10,000 to fix it,” as I let out a sigh.
There’s no money to fix it, as I started to shake, wondering why oh why can’t 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.
“What’s this!” I cried, “You know we can’t 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, I’ll just bill it to Precinct Three.”
By Wharton County Commissioner D.C. ?Chris? King