Dear Editor:
After listening to the gripes about the recent issues in Elora, I thought it was time to write a song.
This is called It’s Christmas Time in Elora (Dec 25, 2024).
The Grand River flows
To the village of stone.
They called it Elora
It’s now my home.
We walked to the village
One Saturday morn,
Thought about changes
And how they were born.
It’s Christmas time in Elora.
Our village will be lit up
Like a billionaire’s home,
Christmas is coming
We won’t be alone.
They’ll light up Elora
Invite you to come,
Visit the market
There’ll be lots of fun.
It’s Christmas time in Elora.
The headlights kept coming
Way past Badley bridge
While a busker was playing
By the footbridge.
The parking was crazy
The lineups were long,
Exhausted shopkeepers
Amidst Christmas songs.
It’s Christmas time in Elora.
The old mill stands proudly,
A visual treat.
Tourists searching
For places to eat.
The trash cans overflowed
With discarded cups
And takeout containers
There’s much to cleanup.
It’s Christmas time in Elora.
Soon they’ll be leaving,
We’ll turn off the lights.
Back to the silence of
Elora Nights.
The sound of the river
Rushing on stone.
They called it Elora
It’s now my home.
It’s Christmas time,
It’s Christmas time,
It’s Christmas time in Elora.
It’s Christmas time in Elora.
Peter Mandic,
Elora