
Mikki’s Christmas Poem
‘Twas the night before Christmas All through the house Not a creature was stirring Not even a ghost The Coaches were snuggled In their office with care With hope…
‘Twas the night before Christmas
All through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a ghost
The Coaches were snuggled
In their office with care
With hope that some learners
Soon would be there
The peer supporters snoozed
Alone at their desks
All practical jokes
Had been put to bed
When out on the lawn
There arose such a clatter
That admin woke up
To see what was a matter
Away to the window
They flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters
And threw up the sash
Then there to their wondering eyes did appear
Craig
Feeding
Eight rather large rein-deer
And a sleigh with a driver
All dressed in red
Elves moving parcels
By the hundred
More rapid that eagles his courses they came
While whistling and shouting
‘That Mikki’s to blame’
Now Dasher, Now Dancer, Now Prancer Now Vixen
On Comet, On Cupid, On Donder and Bltzen
To the top of the College
To the top of the hall
Now Dash away, dash away, Dash away all
As leaves that before a wild hurricane fly
They rose from the lawn
Way up to the sky
So up to the house top
The coursers they flew
With a sleigh full of Lego
And St. Nicholas too
Then with a twinkling
Lisa heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing
Of each little hoof
Then with a yawn,
While removing her night cap
Lisa shouted
‘Have you got a risk assessment for that?’
As the physical health team were turning around
Down the Chimney
St. Nicholas came
With a bound
He was dressed all in fur
From his head to his foot
His clothes all tarnished
With dead pigeons and soot
Well a bundle of gifts he had slung on his back
He looked like a pedlar just opening his pack
His eyes how they twinkled
His dimples how merry
His cheeks just like roses
His nose like a cherry
His droll little mouth
Drawn up like a bow
As he let out a very loud
Ho! Ho! Ho!
He had a broad face
A little round belly
That shook when he laughed
Like a bowl full of jelly
The Gym team they took him
They gave him a plan
To cut out the biscuits and marzipan
He spoke not a word
But went straight to his work
Filled all the stockings
Then turned with a jerk
And laying a finger aside of his nose
He sneezed and up the Chimney he rose
He sprang to his sleigh and then gave a whistle
Away they all flew
Like down on a thistle
But we all heard him exclaim
As he flew out of sight
Happy Christmas Recovery College
To all a good night
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