T’was the week before Christmas and all through CA
Mr. Crawford was stirring, with plans for the day
The hoses were coiled in the parking lot with care
In hopes that ice sheets would soon be forming there
The students were nestled, restless in class,
While visions of no school made time wish to pass;
And Mr. Crawford in his snow cap, for the students own sake,
Had just hosed the parking lot for a long winter’s break
When out in the lot, there arose such a clatter
Of water on pavement, of ice that could shatter
Away to the windows, students flew in a flash
Teachers nearly trampled in the mad, hurried dash
“School is canceled for ice!” came the jubilant cry
Dismissed for the holidays, with relief all did sigh
Books were collected and backpacks were packed
“Aw yeah!” cried the students. “Let’s go home and nap!”
The sun shone off the top of the fresh frozen ice
Gave a glimmer of hope for a long winter’s paradise
When, what should the students’ busy eyes find
But the academy truck, with the wheels aligned.
And a certain vice-principal, on the frozen ice water
I knew in a moment it must be Mr. Crawford.
More rapid than reindeer everyone came,
And he teased, and hollered, and called them by name;
“Now Seniors! Now Juniors! Now Sophomores! and Freshmen!
Look Foster! Look Renslow! Look Baldwin and Mcquistan!
At the top of his voice! He shouted and called!
Now go home! Go home! Go home all!
He sprang to his car, to the school gave a whistle,
And away he then drove into the after-school bustle.
But I heard him exclaim, with his smile agape,
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD BREAK!
