T’was two days before Xmas and all through the school
Not a student was stirring, only us fools.
Sticky notes were hung by our computers with care
Desks that were tidy would soon disappear.
The children all home snuggled in beds
While visions of Black Ops danced in their heads.
Mary and Kim lay dreaming in bed
As visions of Kyle, Mitchell, Robert, Cory, Cody, Meka,
Matt, Connor, Julia, and so on, danced in their heads.
Their fingers were numb from suspensions they wrote,
While thoughts of what they’d like to say stuck in their throat.
Each in our classroom, and Mary in office,
we all settled down before PFI got us.
Then out of one ear I hear such a clamor
I rose from my desk to see what’s the matter.
There was Kim, with bells on her toes,
and so help me god up the chimney she rose.
Away to the window I flew in a flash.
And screamed at Kim “Where the hell’s your stash?”
To my amazement on the roof there appeared
A funny little guy sporting a grey beard.
I heard him say:”Kim, get off my roof!
You know the chimney’s not fire proof!”
Down the chimney he fell not making a sound
Until, of course, he got to the ground
His body was bruised and his beard was now black,
And to our wonderment, passed out Prozac.
With pleasure we swallowed it down, our sorrow did drown
Watching that little guy lay on the ground.
Now that we know that St. Nick is real,
We can all
sit here through this ordeal!!!!!
We know that in time this will come to pass
There will be a PFI of a different class.
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