The newspaper claims the lunatics
did celebrate in the usual manner
at the asylum down Fourth Street
behind towering iron filigree gates,
locked wards, and Flemish glass panel
windows distorting constellations unknown,
but bewildering a mind to contemplate
for days and nights and days on end.
With only a trace of snowfall,
but a significant chill, they did
enjoy and feast upon a regular holiday
dinner, all the delicacies and presents
of fruits, boxes from homes
and families forgotten, with gifts
of starched stark-white straight
jackets with shiny brass buckles
and fitted strong dresses of demure
sturdy fabric to parade at the annual
Christmas dance. And the lunatics,
or the majority at least, did appreciate,
for the most, what was done for them.
And all gentle souls could rest well.
(inspired by an article from the Lexington Morning Herald, 26 December 1902)