By DIANE S. WILLIAMS

‘round November each year,
fir trees and spruce trees
mark holiday cheer.
City landmarks, busy sidewalks
 dressed in holiday style,
seasonal lights, red and green lights
strung for mile after mile.
The Climbers and Pruners in Local 1506
 hung the Union Square wreath and trees, 46,
from a fir in West Harlem
in a park called St. Nick
to a 65-footer near the Bowling Green Bull,
 and a tree at the Met wouldn’t let us forget
gilded angels, baroque, out of antiquity
were mounted by members
of Local 1503.
Chestnuts roasted on open fires
 and Jack Frost nipped New Yorkers’ noses
as tourists gazed with eyes all aglow
and folks dressed up like Eskimos.
The ring-a-ling of silver bells,
 the muffled sounds as snowflakes fell
all made a winter wonderland.
And city workers deserve a hand
for making Christmas season grand.
A raise and contract, even better,
 well-deserved by the heroes who matter.
They shine the Big Apple
‘til the workday is done,
for DC 37 makes this city run.