Christmas Musings by Jonathan...
'Twas the start of December, when all through the schools
not a classroom was quiet, no caring for rules.
The teachers would hang by the ceilings with care,
the students by toenails if anyone dare.
The children were restless all plugged in their seats,
their music and movies all set to repeat.
And teacher is crying, and wanting a frappe:
"They've just settled their brains for a long winter's nap."
When out in the hall there arose such a clatter,
you sprang from your desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the door, you flew like a flash,
tore open your elbow, slipping on trash.
The fluorescents reflecting off body and floor
gave the lustre of midday to objects before.
When, what to your wondering eyes should appear,
but a coach who could aid you upon this frontier.
With desire and passion, quick wit, and a flare,
The Peace Wapiti coaches have time they can spare.
More rapid than eagles, the coaches can come,
just whistle, or email, or bang on a drum.
We can sit in on a class, or just sit and chat,
We can restore sanity, and end the combat.
And you'll hear us exclaim, as we drive out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"