* The lights go on in Castle Street. Picture: Barrie Potter.
Organisers of last Saturday's Llangollen Christmas Festival have sprung into verse to say thanks to everyone who made it such a huge success.
Thousands of people packed the town centre throughout the day to see the popular event return after a three-year pandemic delay.
In a statement to llanblogger the organisers say: "We would like to thank all the people who donated their time, effort, skills, equipment, money and expertise to make the Llangollen Christmas Festival such a successful event."
And they've penned a poem, entitled The Night
Before the Festival (With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore), to sum up their feelings. It goes:
‘Twas the night before the Festival and all
through the town
Not a creature was stirring not even a
sound.
But we leapt from our beds with a loud
joyous cry
When we looked out the window to see it was
dry.
The morning was busy, the feeling electric
As the stalls were put out and the gazebos
erected.
As the town clock struck one, the buses
delayed,
When over the bridge came the Christmas
parade.
Ahead went the Fire Engine in case on the
night
Sîon got stuck in the chimney and his beard was alight.
Seated in luxury with his chain gold and
shiny
The mayor looked magnificent in all of his
finery.
Behind the Town Cryer was Llan’s Silver
Band
It surely must be the best band in the
land.
Then following behind was a wondrous array
Of faeries, a TukTuk, a bike and a sleigh.
No Donner, no Blitzen, no reindeer at all
Just kids on their scooters who were having
a ball.
At last came Sîon Corn drawn
along in his sleigh
His sack full of gifts to distribute that
day.
The procession was over, the choirs in the
tent
Kept the crowds entertained throughout the
event.
As the afternoon darkened, in the street
the folk came
They listened to speeches in spite of the
rain.
The countdown began and Bob Lube pressed
the switch,
The lights flooded the streets with nary a
hitch.
Then over the Castle was a sight to behold,
The fireworks exploded in silver and gold.
The excitement was over, the crowd drifted
away
And everyone went home at the end of the
day.
But I heard Sîon Corn shout
as he went out of sight
Happy Christmas to all and to all a Good
Night.