Paradise Drive Citizens Bring Joy To Waterloo

Waterloo, Alabama

For the second year in a row the citizens living on Paradise Drive give back to the Waterloo community. In keeping with the spirit of Christmas, the citizens of Paradise Drive are providing 25
Christmas baskets to families living in and around Waterloo. With the assistance of the Waterloo School and the Volunteer Fire Department of Waterloo, these families will receive a Christmas basket with a turkey and all the trimmings this Friday.

Also the Ladies of Paradise Drive who run the free library in Waterloo have donated books to be given with the baskets. Many Waterloo citizens and businesses have also participated with donations and food products. The Senior Citizens also assisted with making available space at their center to gather and assemble the baskets.

Special thanks also goes out to Publix, which just opened in the area, for great pricing on the turkeys and being kind enough to store them until needed. This has truly been a blessing for the community and citizens involved.

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We've frequently mentioned that all who work with this blog usually agree, but not always. When it comes to college sports, we now stand at three Alabama fans and two Auburn. Any Auburn fans out there may feel free to apply and even things up around here.

However, when it doesn't involve Alabama v. Auburn, we're all Alabama fans. D.K. has asked us to run this poem in honor of the championship game. 

'Twas The Night Of The Championship

'Twas the night of the Championship, and all through South Beach, Notre Dame fans were saying, "Another title's in reach!"
The luck of the Irish had carried them through, with wins over Pittsburgh and even Purdue.
The Domers were nestled all snug in their seats, with visions of crystal...just one team to beat!
And I in my hounds tooth and crimson and white, knew for the Irish, it could be a long night.
When out of the tunnel there arose such a thunder, fans stood to their feet with amazement and wonder.
The ground shook like an earthquake had just hit the field, and I felt Irish fear beginning to build.
They scattered and looked for some place to hide, as the announcer proclaimed, "And here comes the Tide!"
I sang "Yea Alabama," yes I sang every word, as Notre Dame marveled at the elephant herd.
Led by a man both lively and quick, everyone knew that he was St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came. He whistled and shouted and called them by name.
"Now Lacy! Now Milliner, McCarron and Fluker! On Barrett! On Mosely! On Warmack and Cooper!
Miami is where Notre Dame's luck shall end. The BCS trophy is ours to defend!"
Then after the kickoff, a beating began. The Irish now knew that they were out manned.
They tried to get going, but never could start. They were just simply no match for the defense of Smart.
Brian Kelly cried out, "This just isn't fair! Saban was given a month to prepare!"
But his cries were not heard, they fell on deaf ears. "We have to adjust! We have to switch gears!"
Then Notre Dame ran what nobody expected. They faked the reverse, but the pass was deflected.
The ball was picked off! The crowd let out a roar, as the Bama defender walked in for the score.
Saban spoke not a word to his crimson machine. As the seconds ticked off, to number 15.
If one thing was learned in Miami that night, it's that you don't bring a leprechaun to an elephant fight.
And I heard the crowd yell to the losers in blue, "We just beat the hell outta you!"

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Special thanks to Hank Thomas for the Waterloo article and a nod to Magic 96.5 which originally published the poem.

Shoalanda