-adapted from the original poem, 'Twas the Night Before Christmas, by Mr. White-
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the school
Not a student was studying, for it was the rule.
The lockers were emptied in the hall with great care,
In hopes that Mr. White's superintendent soon would be there.
The students were supposedly nestled in bed,
While visions of math tests danced in their heads.
And Miss Beth-Anne in her logo shirt, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.
When out on the field there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the school to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a teacher,
If it was a girl, I knew what I'd teach her.
But not one, or two, or even three little girls,
But all ten of them, each holding a squirrel!
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a brand new playground set and eight tiny deer.
With a bunch of the youth so lively and quick,
I knew without coats on that they would be sick.
More rapid than basset Hounds looking for food,
Came the rest of the students all in good moods.
Now Miles! Now Alex! Now Ryan and Quinton!
On, Dominic! On, Caleb! On, Andrew and Benjamin!
To the top of the playground! To the top of the slide!
First K-2, then 3-8, now take your turns - slide!
Then they sprang to their homes, to their beds with a sound,
And away they all scurried like hungry Basset Hounds.
But I heard them exclaim, 'ere they ran out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
