Twas the Week Before Christmas

Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the school
Not a person was teaching, in classroom or hall
The books were all stacked on the shelf, oh so neat
In hopes that there would be no marking this week

The children were bounding, from morning till three
With visions of presents all under a tree
And mine in their uniform, me in my class
Are struggling on, with the usual tasks

When outside the classroom there comes such a clatter
We spring from our desks to see what is the matter
Across to the doorway we fly like a flash
Throw open the door, to hear yet one more crash

The glitter all spread on the carpet below
Gave the lustre of twilight to the floors we all know
When what to our wondering eyes should emerge
But a group of the infants, engaged in a dirge

With their teaching assistant, so lively and fast
We knew in a moment: it’s that infant school class
More rabid than wolves, the hobgoblin ones came
As she hollered and shouted, and called them by name

“No, Ethan! Stop Lucas! Just walk, Ellie Witter
Oh Matthew, please stop from devouring that glitter!
Down the corridor into the hall we must go
To your parents awaiting the nativity show”

As litter around the school playground does blow
So the chaos of infants, to the hall, off they go
Down past the kitchens to the stage blocks they race
Wearing their tea-towels so deftly in place

And then, in a twinkling, we hear from the stage
The moment at which those young mites come of age
As we draw back our heads, we hear the first sounds
Of the music with which their young voices are drowned

And all dressed in fabrics that seem sure to catch light
An angel from heaven does hove into sight
A halo of foil, and some pink fluffy wings
The soloist four-year-old quietly sings

His eyes-how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
But what he is singing, there is no way to know

The Tiny Tears doll, he holds tight in his grasp
As the infant school teacher looks on, all aghast
As Mary’s round face, until now filled with cheer
Is suddenly turning to a face filled with tears

Then a chubby young Joseph, a quite naughty young imp
Laughs as he crosses the stage like a chimp
A wink of an eye and a twist of his head
Soon leads us to know that there’s trouble ahead

He speaks not a word, but goes straight to his work
And from Gabriel’s grip takes the babe with a jerk
And knocking the angel-boy sharp on the nose
Galloping back ‘cross the stage he then goes

He springs to his Mary, presenting the infant
The crying young maiden halts in an instant
But we heard her exclaim as she gave him a bite
“That’s not how it goes, you’re not doing it right!”


2 thoughts on “Twas the Week Before Christmas

  1. ks1blog 22 December 2015 at 3:19 pm Reply

    Absolutely brilliant! !!!

  2. Sarah Smith 23 December 2015 at 9:54 am Reply

    Tears are rolling down my face – wonderful writing – as ever – but this time with a poetic twist.
    Truly very special
    Thank you for sharing it

    Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night!

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