A Visit from St. Nicholas, Gymnastics Edition

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‘Twas the night before Christmas,

when all through the gym

not an athlete was training,

the lights were all dim.

 

The stockings were hung

from the beams just in case,

St. Nicholas and the reindeer

stopped by the gym space.

 

Some gymnasts were hopeful

that Santa would leave

some brand new leos;

preferably long sleeve.

 

While others gymnasts

were becoming reliant

with season so close

he’d leave their kip or a giant.

 

The coaches just wanted

a couple days off,

and not to come down with

little Susie’s nasty cough.

 

The owners were hopeful

that Santa would not

land his sleigh on the roof

that was pretty much shot.

 

And the parents were happy

that for the first time in forever

their children had a weekend

with no activities whatsoever.

 

I checked messages once more,

enrolled two kids into camp,

hunted down my tennis shoes

(I had left them by tramp).

 

When out in the parking lot

was the screech of car brakes.

And there stood the booster club president

with a dozen cupcakes.

 

“The Sunshine Committee made

these for Santa and the elves–

They are making goodie bags,

so they couldn’t bring them themselves.”

 

Then what to our wondering

eyes did we see,

But a guy in a red suit

Stuck up in a tree.

 

He was a portly old man

so tired and cross,

I knew in a moment

he must be Santa Claus.

 

He was huffing and puffing,

a right grumpy old elf,

And I startled when I saw him,

in spite of myself.

 

But when he spotted the cupcakes

he climbed down from the tree.

Smiling broadly at the plate,

I knew we were home free!

 

He went straight to his work,

filled the stockings with haste

then came back to the cupcakes

to have a quick taste.

 

“Everyone does cookies

But cupcakes are so hip!”

Winking he added,

“Tell Susie I’ll left her a kip.”

 

Faster than kids at stamp time

The reindeer came,

And he whistled, and shouted,

and called them by name:

 

“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer!

now Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on, Cupid! on,

Donner and Blitzen!

 

To the top of the porch!

to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away!

dash away all!”

 

And I heard him shout

As he rose in the sky

“Always listen to your coaches,

Work hard and try!”

 

Then I heard him exclaim,

as he drove out of sight—

“Happy Christmas to all,

and to all a good night!”