Re: Global Positioning Systems???
Lorie McGraw (llmcgraw@WORLDNET.ATT.NET)
Fri, 12 Dec 1997 02:42:19 +0000
Scouter friend Jana shared this with me. She found it about a year ago, but
does not know who the author is. Anybody out there know?
Have a great weekend
'Twas Right Before Christmas
Twas right before Christmas, when all through the camp
Came the bitter cold frost, making everything damp.
The fire was stoked with wood very tight,
In hopes that the embers would last through the night.
The Scouts were nestled all snug in their tents,
Wishing they were sleeping near heating vents.
My assistant in his long-johns and I in my cap,
Had just settled down in hopes to get a nap.
When out in the woods there arose such a noise,
I sprang from my bag to quiet down those boys.
Over to the door I crawled with a mumble,
My fingers so cold, with the ties they did fumble.
The fog and the black and the freezing rain,
Made me whince and wonder if I'm really sane.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver all soaked to the skin,
I knew in a moment I must let him in.
More rapid than raindrops his coursers they flew,
And he whistled and hollered and told them what to do.
Now Dasher ! Now Dancer ! Hey Donner and Blitzen !
To the top of the hill, to that little camp,
Now dash away, dash away, I'm getting too damp.
As song birds that before the winter storm fly,
When they seek a place that's both warm and dry.
So up to the hill-top the coursers they flew,
With a sleigh full of ice and St. Nicholas, too.
And then in a twinkle I saw what it takes
To stop such a sleigh with ice on its brakes.
As I ran in my socks toward the pile of trees,
Out of the wreck came St. Nick on his knees.
He was covered with ice from his toes to his noggin,
>From riding through the storm in his fancy toboggan.
His bundle of toys was strewn all o'er the place,
And he stood in awe with a sad look on his face.
His eyes how they teared, his dimple how deep,
His cheeks were frost bitten, he needed some sleep.
His droll little mouth he drew up to a smile
And invited himself to warm up for a while.
The stump of a pipe he lit in the fire,
And I piled on more wood to make it burn higher.
He sat by the fire and warmed himself up,
While I fixed him a hot drink and gave him the cup.
He was chubby and plump but it made my heart throb,
His heart was of gold and he loved his tough job.
A wink of his eye and a glance to the east,
Soon gave me to know he couldn't stay for a feast.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
And he picked up the toys and freed the sleigh with a jerk.
And kindly giving me a pile of toys,
He motioned toward camp and all of my boys.
He sprang to his sleigh and gave me a wink,
And away they all flew before I could think.
But I heard him exclaim, and I have no doubts,
Happy Christmas To All, and Thank Goodness For Scouts !
Lorie McGraw <firstname.lastname@example.org>
WebMaster Etowah Creek District Site
Bear Leader Den 4 Pack 410 Etowah Creek District
Indian Waters Council, Columbia, SC
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