Twas the day before vacation, and all through the school
Energy was high, but no one was breaking a rule.
The bookbags were hung in the lockers without care,
With knowledge that the bell soon would be there.
The children in assembly; "Quiet down!" teachers said,
While visions of vacation danced through ALL of their heads.
Rafael with his trash can and Bo with his broom
Were just getting ready for the cleaning of this room.
When out from the hallway there arose such a clatter
Mrs. Pink jumped from her seat to see what was the matter.
Away to the hallway she flew like a dash
Pushed open the door and ran out with a flash.
The temporary shine on the newly waxed floors
Blinded her for a moment as she flung open the door.
And what to her concerning eyes did appear
But a teacher, in his coat, with all of his classroom gear.
With a laugh in his loud voice, his retirement a myth
She knew in a moment it must be Mr. Smith
His suspenders covered in Santas, his pants with the same,
His tie adorned with the jolly old man of that name.
“Now Ms. Pink, and Ms. Marchant
Now teachers and kids,
On paras, on secretaries,
Bring your friends, bring your sibs,
To the front of the school,
Please now follow my call,
Let’s dash away, dash away, dash away all!"
As free students, at the bell, out the door will they fly
But when met with detention (they try to get by),
Out the door he was heading, like the end of the day,
With the expectation of vacation not held at bay.
He was dressed in the spirit, from his head to his toe,
His suspenders, his tie, and even his pants below.
A bundle of toys he slung over his back,
Gifts from his students bundled in his pack.
His eyes – how they twinkled! His laughter, how merry!
His hair a bit disheveled, his face slightly hairy.
His guilty little mouth tightened up like a bow,
And his foot did a scuffle, as if kicking snow.
The ring of his keys shook in his excited large hand,
The jingle like Santa, or like his own one man band,
He had a narrow face and a very skinny belly,
And a voice that reverberated in the halls like wobbly jelly.
He was trying to sneak out, but an hour too early
Ms. Pink laughed when she saw him, in a tone not TOO surly.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
A blush on his cheeks a deepening red.
He sprang out the door, to his team gave a wave
And jumped into his Mini Cooper, and started down the pave
But we heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Happy Holidays to all! Be they merry and bright!"