Twas the night before November 26th, when all through the town
Not a Panther was stirring, not a single paw print could be found.
The Christmas tree was hoisted on the town square,
In hopes that snow flakes would soon be there.
The shop owners were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of shop local Saturday danced in their heads.
And Alderman McRae in her ‘kerchief, and Mayor Scott in his cap,
The whole town board had settled in for a long winter’s nap.
When out on Main Street there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed 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 the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should I see,
But a horde of cash mobsters ready to spend a twenty.
With cash in hand, and steady without delay,
I knew in a moment it must be Small Business Saturday.
More eager than Black Friday shoppers, down the street they hustled,
Whistling and chanting in one lively bustle
“Now Outdoor 76! now, Fresh Eggs and Blackberry Market Boutique!
Open, Crabtree General! Open, Hazel Ps!, and open Life’s Bounty
To the tip of town hill, all the way to where Porter Street falls,
Now mob away! Mob away! Shop Local at them all!
Supporting our neighbors, helping out our friends,
When you shop local, the good tidings never end!
So up to Main Street the shoppers with arms in a flail
With pockets full of cash, ready for Small Business Saturday sales!
And then, in a twinkling, I heard at Divas on Main
“Franklin’s Main Street has the best shopping,” one mobster proclaimed.
As I fought back a smile and was walking next door,
The mobsters found more deals on the Uptown Art Gallery’s floor.
With shopping bags full, and money saved on local deals
The shoppers finished the day with quite a few steals.
But I heard them exclaim, ‘as they walked out of sight,
“Happy Small Business Saturday to all, and to all a good night!