By Craig Schrupp and Drew Emmings
T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the hall,
Not a student was stirring neither short, fat, or tall.
Little Bromme was stuck in a locker with care.
With hopes that St. Randy soon would be there.
Ed and Matt were nestled all snug in their chairs,
While Shawn and Elissa put gum in their hair.
Joanne in her kerchief, and Doug in his cap,
Couldn’t settle their brains, due to Boller’s endless rap.
When out of the lot there arose such a clatter,
Young rose from his chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the noise he flew like a flash,
Threw open the door and tripped over the trash.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But Al’s 5.0 Mustang, pulled by eight Mini-deer.
With a little old driver, so lively and handy,
he knew in a moment it must be St. Randy.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
Randy whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now Kortnie, now Jesse, now Derek, and Lacey!
On Cheryl, on Andrew, on Aaron, and Dusty!
To the top of the world, to the top of it all!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!
And then in a twinkling, Young heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each Mini-deer’s hoof.
As he drew the door closed, and was turning around,
St. Randy crashed through the roof, and fell flat on the ground.
Randy spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Correcting those worksheets, then turning with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
With one final nod, up the air vent he rose.
He sprang to his ride, to his deer gave a whistle,
And they all flew out of sight like an Iraqi Scud Missile.
And to all the Mini-Schoolers who we love so dear,
Happy Holidays to all, may you graduate some year!!