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A Christmas Eve Legal Tale

Posted by James Aspell | Dec 24, 2023 | 0 Comments

Lawyer in santa claus suit

'Twas the night before Christmas, in Connecticut's sphere, Not a creature was stirring, except one lawyer sincere. The files were stacked on the desk with great care, In hopes that the checks soon would be there.

The clients were nestled, all snug in their beds, While visions of settlements danced in their heads. And the lawyer in his suit, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.

When out in the lobby there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave a lustre of midday to objects below. When what to my wondering eyes did appear, But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.

"Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the office-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of checks  he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes—how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.

He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk.

And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight— "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!" Then back to his  files, with a heart full of cheer, The lawyer worked on, spreading holiday cheer.

Ensuring each client received what was right, He worked through the night with all of his might. As the dawn broke clear, and the stars grew dim, The checks were all ready, thanks to his whim.

So here's to the lawyer, steadfast and true, Who fought for his clients, their spirits to renew. In the heart of Connecticut, his story's now told, Of a Christmas Eve lawyer, courageous and bold.

 
 
 
 

About the Author

James Aspell

Principal since August 1, 2006 James F. Aspell is the principal and managing attorney of the firm which he started in 2006 following 20 years of litigation practice in a mid -size firm in Hartford, Connecticut. Jim focuses his practice in the areas of worker's compensation and personal injury l...

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