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Christmas Eve In The Classroom

Twas the night before Christmas when all through the school
No furniture was stirring, not even a stool.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes Father Complexia soon would be there…

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of new tables danced in their heads.
And teacher in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap…

The children wondered “What shapes will he bare?
Rectangle, circle, trapezoidal or square?”
With attention to detail the finish will gleam,
Be it maple or beech, light grey or green

And then, in a twinkling, I heard up above
The moving of tables all wrapped up with love.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Father Complexia came with a bound.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Filled the classrooms with tables, then turned with a jerk.
Laying his finger aside of his nose,
He gave a quick nod, then up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, reindeer making their ascent,
Away they all flew, to the next school they went.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

Father Christmas on his Sleigh