Teacher Night Before Christmas
'Twas the week before Christmas and at preschool
Not a pupil was silent, no matter what rule.
The children were busy with paper and paste;
The mess that they made with it couldn't be faced.
The teacher half frantic and almost in tears,
Had just settled down to work with her dears,
When out in the hall there arose such a clatter
up sprang the kids to see what was the matter!
Away to the door they all flew like a flash;
The one who was leading went down with a crash.
Then what to their wondering eyes did appear
But a green Christmas tree! (To decorate I fear!)
When the teacher saw this, she thought who had been lumbered
It can’t be Ol’ Rab, because his days had been numbered
More rapid than reindeer The little ones came,
And the teachers all shouted and called them by name;;
"Now Aarah! Now Sandy, Now Dinesh and Vihaan!
Stop Deepak! Stop Lakshmi! Stop Arnav and Rishaan!
Now get to your places get away from the hall
Now get away! Get away! Get away all!
First came a basket of paper chains to string
Then came the Christmas tree (menacing thing).
As the tree was brought in there arose a great shout;
The pupils were merrily romping about.
The state they were in could lead to a riot;
The teacher was sure, if allowed, they would try it.
Her nerves how they jangled! Her temples were throbbing!
The rush of her breath sounded almost like sobbing!
The lines of her face were as fixed as a mask;
It was plain that she didn't feel up to her task.
The look in her eye would have tamed a reindeer,
But the children ignored it; they did every year.
A tear from her eye and a shake of her head
Soon led me to think that she wished she were dead.
She spoke not a word but went straight to her work,
Strung all the chains which broke with a jerk.
The hallways were hung With Christmas art
(Some made in November to get a head start!)
But more important than this their Christmas craft
We’ve a concert to prepare she said with a maniacal laugh
We’ve got to be ready by week 8 she cried
The children wouldn’t respond no matter how they tried
Then the teacher came up with an idea
We’ll use the same songs that worked last year.
But at last it was finished and the concert worked like a tee;
Then came three and the children were free.
Their shrill little voices soon faded away
And peace was restored at the end of the day.
As she looked at the Christmas tree glistening and tall,
She smiled as she whispered,
Merry Christmas to all
Not a pupil was silent, no matter what rule.
The children were busy with paper and paste;
The mess that they made with it couldn't be faced.
The teacher half frantic and almost in tears,
Had just settled down to work with her dears,
When out in the hall there arose such a clatter
up sprang the kids to see what was the matter!
Away to the door they all flew like a flash;
The one who was leading went down with a crash.
Then what to their wondering eyes did appear
But a green Christmas tree! (To decorate I fear!)
When the teacher saw this, she thought who had been lumbered
It can’t be Ol’ Rab, because his days had been numbered
More rapid than reindeer The little ones came,
And the teachers all shouted and called them by name;;
"Now Aarah! Now Sandy, Now Dinesh and Vihaan!
Stop Deepak! Stop Lakshmi! Stop Arnav and Rishaan!
Now get to your places get away from the hall
Now get away! Get away! Get away all!
First came a basket of paper chains to string
Then came the Christmas tree (menacing thing).
As the tree was brought in there arose a great shout;
The pupils were merrily romping about.
The state they were in could lead to a riot;
The teacher was sure, if allowed, they would try it.
Her nerves how they jangled! Her temples were throbbing!
The rush of her breath sounded almost like sobbing!
The lines of her face were as fixed as a mask;
It was plain that she didn't feel up to her task.
The look in her eye would have tamed a reindeer,
But the children ignored it; they did every year.
A tear from her eye and a shake of her head
Soon led me to think that she wished she were dead.
She spoke not a word but went straight to her work,
Strung all the chains which broke with a jerk.
The hallways were hung With Christmas art
(Some made in November to get a head start!)
But more important than this their Christmas craft
We’ve a concert to prepare she said with a maniacal laugh
We’ve got to be ready by week 8 she cried
The children wouldn’t respond no matter how they tried
Then the teacher came up with an idea
We’ll use the same songs that worked last year.
But at last it was finished and the concert worked like a tee;
Then came three and the children were free.
Their shrill little voices soon faded away
And peace was restored at the end of the day.
As she looked at the Christmas tree glistening and tall,
She smiled as she whispered,
Merry Christmas to all
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