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Twas the Night Before Winter Break

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By Sam Draut

'Twas the night before winter break, when all through the county

Not an athlete was playing, not even a practice;

The jerseys were dropped by the washer with other sportswear,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The sports stars were nestled all snug in their beds;

While visions of state championships danced in their heads;

And Coach Bob in his swim trunks, and Coach Burke in his cap,

While Coach Z pondered a full court trap,

When out on the field Elana Ornelas stepped to the plate as a batter,

Colton Bowlden sprang from his weight bench to see what was the matter.

Away to the window Gracie Read flew like a flash,

Just in time to see Lauren Ashton dive into the pool with a splash.

The moon shined brightly on the new-fallen snow,

As Jackson and Carson Deckard wrestled in it below,

When what to Brendan McAfee’s eyes noticed along with his juking feet,

But a miniature sleigh and eight student-athletes,

With a little old driver so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.

More rapid than Colonels, Dragons or Mustangs they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called the state champions by name:

"Now, Newhouse! now, Tarvestad! now Katie and Emma Beavin!

On, Chapman! on, Cagle! on, Constant and Ellsworth!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As the soccer balls kicked by Heavyn O’Connell fly,

They avoid the obstacles, like Christian Harper they jump to the sky;

So up to the housetop they flew

Molly Bebelaar told them there would be no mulligan orredo

With a sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas too

Mikayla Benson hit a ball so far onto the roof,

Her brother JT asked for some proof

Because it hit so hard it made St. Nick turn around

Before he rushed down the chimney with a loud sound

Landing near the tree like he had been spiked by Addison Foote

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot

A bundle of trophies he clung in his pack

He looked like Lucas Jones with defenders on his back

He threw out gifts caught by Matthew Reaves

Who reminded Payton Herold she could make threes

St. Nick’s white beard was in need of a barber

But one thing was for sure, he couldn’t outrun Carson Sharber

And giving a nod up the chimney he goes

Faster than a pitch by Nick Rose

He sprang to his sleigh and began his flight

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—

“Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good night!”