Chuck's column: A little Christmas poem‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the school, Not a student was present, they were home for the Yule;
By: Chuck Brooks, Rosemount Town Pages
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the school,
Not a student was present, they were home for the Yule;
The lockers were closed and the stairwells were bare,
Unlikely St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The teachers were gone for a much needed break,
At home with their kinfolk, eggnog and cake.
The Boss and his wife and his kids home as well,
Had just wrapped their presents, but no one would tell.
When out in the front of the school on this night,
A strange distant sound and a bright blinding light.
Away to the windows the townspeople ran.
Tore open the shutters, “Could that be the band?”
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Provided a backdrop to this glorious show.
“It’s Christmas Eve! What are they doing out there?”
But the sound was so sweet that they really didn’t care.
With four senior drum majors, so lively and quick,
The city knew then. They were greeting St. Nick.
And then came the singers, some 70 or more,
Combined with the band, and the nimble flag corps.
“Now! Devon, now! Hannah, now! Keegan, and Maggie,
“On! Tommy, on! Alyx, on! Mitchell and Calli;
“To the side of the school! To the top of the wall!
“Now play away, sing away, music for all!
As midnight grew nearer and Santa drew nigh
The town and its people, emotions so high!
So down to the valley all Rosemount did head,
With their hearts full of joy – no one stayed in their bed:
And then in a twinkling, they heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
Excited and awestruck, the young and the old
All waited and waited, no matter the cold.
So many were clothed in their winter apparel,
A small child started to sing out a carol
He look’d like an angel amid the night air:
His voice so melodic, a smile he did wear.
His eyes — how they twinkled! His voice sweet and pure,
The crowd soon grew quiet, and listened, for sure;
The words of his song spoke to love among all,
The old and the young, and the short and the tall.
The sound floated upwards, throughout all the town,
The volume grew stronger, so magic the sound.
The houses all emptied, with egg nog in hand
And people they came from all over the land.
They didn’t quite know what this strange magic was,
They didn’t quite know, but it stirred quite the buzz.
The little boy stopped once he knew all were there.
All Rosemount had gathered; he smiled, aware
That Christmas Eve soon would become Christmas Day,
And the people of Rosemount would sing and would play.
But first they had moved from their homes to the school,
This had to be something. “It’s special! It’s cool!”
And then, with a swift gust of wind, spoke the child.
The people went quiet, held hands, and just smiled.
“This night is so special, it’s true. Don’t you see?
This night is for people like you and like me.
This night should belong to the rich and the poor
This night should bring happiness and so much more.”
And then this young cherub, he started to fade
The people all looked at each other, afraid.
“I must leave you now, it is time to take flight,
I want you to forever remember this night.
From out of your houses you came all together
No matter the cause, no matter the weather.
What makes you so special is that you are one.
In good times and bad, in pain and in fun.”
But just as his image no more could be seen
He spoke one more time, his words so serene.
“So turn to your neighbor, whoever they be
It’s Christmas, so give them your best Christmas squeeze.
I’ll come back next year, and we’ll do this again,
But for now, Happy Christmas to all my new friends!”