Twas A Week Before Christmas Break for Teachers

Twas the week before Christmas Break And all through the school, All the students were out of their minds breaking rules. Kids were on Snapchat, Instagram, and Twitter, All the teachers regretting they let their students use glitter. What was I thinking when I assigned that test? I’ll spend the whole holiday grading and getting no rest. While my friends are all skiing, Or in Florida getting tans, I’ll be in my living room With my paystub in my hand. Sugar highs and wild eyes from candy and cookies, Teach grammar, no forget this, I’m putting on a movie. Knock knock on the door, who could it be before vacation? Not Santa Claus, it’s my principal, He picked today for my formal evaluation. Why are kids on desks and putting crayons up their nose? You observed me 5 days before Christmas, bud, that’s how it goes. Can’t wait for Christmas dinner Where someone will say more than twice, “You get 2 weeks off from work? I wish I was a teacher, That must be nice.” Hey Danny, hey Tommy, Stop Johnny and Maizy, Sit Rachel, quit Michael, You’re driving me crazy! A students says, “Hey teacher, Can you fix my grade? If you don’t I’ll be grounded The whole Christmas Break.” Young student you must really be out of your mind, If you think the any of the blame for your grade could be mine. I told you in September, October, and November, It’s time to start working, but you didn’t remember. But I’ll you give you an A to show Christmas spirit, Actually, I’m just tired and I don’t want to hear it. In comes an email asking for chaperones for the winter dance, Can’t think that far ahead, but only about the next two weeks wearing sweatpants. Don’t bother to email, don’t even try to call, I’ll hide behind planters if I see parents and students at the mall. Of course I love my students, and will miss them during the break, But two of weeks of rest, I’ll gladly take. When that final bell rings, I’ll be out of sight, Merry Christmas to all, Now go drink some wine. Also see the fun video and another poem for "Twas the week before Christmas..." by Beachy Cove Elementary" Thanks For Visiting

Twas The Week Before Christmas | Satellite Shelters

‘Twas the week before Christmas when all through the town, The foreman and contractors were all running around. The bid was accepted and there was so much to do, To locate a trailer and have it by two! The coat was hanging on the hook by the door, But Tom didn’t want to feel the panic no-more. The boss was all frantic with his head in a spin, This project was Tom’s and time was running thin. Kevin on vacation and Lynne away from her desk, Both ready for the weekend, which was approaching fast. When out on the corner there arose such a clatter, Tom ran out by the pickup to see what was the matter. The morning snow glistened on the white covered roads, As everyone arrived with coffee under their nose. When what to sleepy eyes should appear…? But a Satellite Trailer being hauled by reindeer! With a cheerful driver in the holiday mood, Dressed in red head to toe, not to be misconstrued. Tom knew by the way that Jingle Bells was sung, That this driver had a great day and it was almost done. More speedy than NASCAR, the trailer it came, With a jolly old driver that Tom knew by name. “Hi Tom”, “Hi Chris”, “Hi Marty and Steve.” “Hi Sabrina”, “Hi Kathleen”, and “Happy (almost) Christmas Eve!” To the spot on the site where you want the trailer set, Show me the way as that is where I want to get. Stay clear of the area as we are coming on through, For I have this trailer that was ordered just for you! I will block it, set it, and tie it down the right way, For Satellite Shelters is here to save the day! Jeff hummed the tune to Frosty and went straight to work, As he thought of his family, he couldn’t help but smirk. When the job was complete and he turned to go, Believe it or not…it began to snow! You heard them all sigh as he drove out of sight, “Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!” Wishing you much health and happiness this holiday season! Satellite Shelters, Inc. is an industry leader in prefabricated modular buildings, mobile offices, blast-resistant modules, construction jobsite office trailers, and storage solutions. Thanks For Visiting

Twas A Dalmation's Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas And all through the crates Not a Dalmatian was stirring Not even for bait. The puppies were nestled All snug in their beds While visions of biscuits Danced in their heads The stockings were hung By the fireplace of stone In hopes they'd be filled With rawhide and bones Ma in her nightshirt And I in my robe Had just settled down By the ol' woodstove When out on the lawn There arose such a commotion I sprang from my chair To see why the dogs weren't in motion Away to the window I ran like a deer Tore open the shade To see who was here The moon on the top Of the new fallen snow Gave the luster of doghair To the ground below. And what do I see To my started exclamation But a miniature sleigh And eight spotted dalmatians. With a little 'ole handler So poised and so sure I knew in a moment 'Twould not be a bore More rapid than beagles His charges they came And he whistled and shouted And called them by name Now Austin, now Blackjack Now Chips and Josh P On Morris and Fancy On Lace and Indy To the top of the doghouse To the top of the wall Now dash away, dash away Dash away all As the dry leaves that before A running Dalmatian fly Meet with an obstacle Mount to the sky So up to the housetop The coursers they flew With a sleigh full of choo-hooves And St, Nicholas too. And then in an instant I heard on the roof The scratching and digging Of each spotted foot. As I drew in my head And was turning around Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur But had not a care For his clothes were all covered With black and white hair. A bundle of toys He had flung on his back And he looked like a groomer Just opening his pack. His eyes how they twinkled His dimples how merry His cheeks were like roses His nose like a cherry, His small little mouth Smile to greet all his pals And the beard on his chin Was as white as the dals. He had a broad little face And a round little tummy That wriggled when he laughed Like the tail of a puppy. He was chubby and plump A right jolly old boy The dogs barked when they saw him Their eyes on the toys. A wink of his eye And a twist of his head Soon told the dogs They had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word But went straight to his work. And filled all the stockings Then turned with a jerk. And with a pat to each Spotted dog's nose Giving a nod Up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh To his team gave a whistle And away they all flew Like the down of a thistle. And I heard him exclaim As he drove out of sight "Happy showing to all And to all a good night." © Karen Darling 1993

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Lessons Learned From Santa

All I Needed To Know About Life I Learned From Santa Encourage people to believe in you. Always remember who's naughty and who's nice. Don't pout. It's as much fun to give as it is to receive. Some days it's ok to feel a little chubby. Make your presents known. Always ask for a little bit more than what you really want. Bright red can make anyone look good. Wear a wide belt and no-one will notice how many pounds you've gained. If you only show up once a year, everyone will think you're very important. Whenever you're at a loss for words, say: "HO, HO, HO!" Thanks For Visiting

Twas Christmas At ToonTown

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the ToonTown Not a creature was stirring, not even a dog; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; Mickey's friends were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And Minnie in her 'kerchief, and Mickey in his cap, Had just settled down for a long winter's nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, Mickey sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window Mickey flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, Mickey knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, Mickey heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As Mickey drew in his hand, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. Guess what?  It was Pooh as St. Nick. Unlike Santa Claus, he was dressed with only a T-shirt and hat; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old bear, And Mickey laughed when he saw Pooh, in spite of Mickey; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave Mickey to know he had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; Pooh sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But Mickey heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, HaPpY ChRiStMaS to all, and to all a Good Night" Thanks For Visiting

Reader's Digest Christmas Stories

Our Elderly Neighbors Taught Us the True Meaning of Home—and Holiday Spirit A priceless gift calls back into the past and proves it's always the thought that counts This Family Tradition Brought an Entire Community Together One Tragic Christmas Sometimes, taking the extra time to hug someone and ask them about their day means more than you think. This Young Soldier Received a Heartwarming Christmas Greeting — When He Thought He Had Made a Mistake The sergeant was parked outside a Christmas mass when a transmission from an unfamiliar radio call sign broke in. The Year My Mother Saved Christmas—With a Sad, Threadbare Tree We had very little that Christmas, but Mom managed to pull off a holiday I will never forget. These Are the Christmas Battles Every Family Wages Each Year Not everyone gets the Christmas they want, but everyone gets the Christmas they deserve. Check out Readers Digest other inspiring CHRISTMAS STORIES. Happy Holidays. Thanks For Visiting