By DIANE S. WILLIAMS
round November each year,
fir trees
and spruce trees
mark holiday cheer.
City landmarks, busy sidewalks
dressed in holiday style,
seasonal lights, red and green lights
strung for mile after mile.
The Climbers and Pruners in Local 1506
hung
the Union Square wreath and trees, 46,
from a fir in West Harlem
in a
park called St. Nick
to a 65-footer near the Bowling Green Bull,
and
a tree at the Met wouldnt let us forget
gilded angels, baroque, out
of antiquity
were mounted by members
of Local 1503.
Chestnuts roasted
on open fires
and Jack Frost nipped New Yorkers noses
as tourists
gazed with eyes all aglow
and folks dressed up like Eskimos.
The ring-a-ling
of silver bells,
the muffled sounds as snowflakes fell
all made
a winter wonderland.
And city workers deserve a hand
for making Christmas
season grand.
A raise and contract, even better,
well-deserved by
the heroes who matter.
They shine the Big Apple
til the workday
is done,
for DC 37 makes this city run.