‘Twas 3 weeks before Christmas,
When all through Roslin Glen,
All the Dirties were working, including a Dan.
The leaves were raked from the horse steps with care,
In hopes that the biscuits soon would be there.
The Dirties were nestled all sung ’round the fire A good toasted marshmallow their only desire.
And Emma with her tree-hat, and I with my stars, had just dreamed of going to Mars.
When all in the glen, there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from our seats to see what was the matter.
Away from our work, we ran like a flash,
Turning our sprint to a 100 metre dash,
The sun on the leaves of the great growth of trees
Didn’t help much, we still couldn’t see.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Gareth and Morgan (and no reindeer).
With arms full of biscuits, all lovely and wrapped,
Our mouths were son all a-gapped!
More rapid than beavers, we descended upon them,
But they kept us back with a spade and a yell!
“Now, Cameron! Now, Emma! Now Jesus and Miguel! Now Lizzie! Now Amos! Now Holly and Tizzy!”
Emma hugged Roy, who attacked her with ferns!
NOW GET BACK TO WORK BEFORE ALLAN RETURNS!”
Happy Holidays!
By Lizzie Rhoades