Happy Holidays! ‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the grounds, Not a creature was stirring, not one to be found. The stockings were hung on the Belltower with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. When out on the turf field there arose such a clatter, Mark sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the Seminary Building he flew like a flash, Down the driveway he tore, that he ‘nere had a crash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of midday to goal posts below. Then what to Mark’s wondering eyes did appear, But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer. He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of gifts he had flung on his back And riches and blessings tumbled out of his pack. He left courses galore in each classroom he found The sports equipment he left simply covered the ground. He tucked new books and iPads wherever he could, Healthy food in the kitchen overflowed like it should. His eyes how they twinkled as he worked fast and quick, Leaving surprises for all, including new hockey sticks. He looked at our headmaster and said with impunity, “All of this was provided by the generosity of your community.” As he finished his work he sprang to sleigh And he called to his reindeer, “Up, up and away! What a great place you have here,” he said without pause, “You are lucky to have donors who believe in the cause.” As the sleigh took off and he drove out of sight, He exclaimed very loudly with a voice oh so bright, “Lucky Bulldogs you are, to have all that you do, Happy Holidays to all - just be grateful too.”
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Winter 2018
