The Fight Before Christmas

'Twas the fight before Christmas, when all through the school

Not a creature was stirring, not even the class fool;

The class projects were hung on the walls with care,

In hopes that a passerby would notice them there;

The students were writing terms in their notebooks,

While I wandered around giving each of them funny looks;

All students in their seats, while I shut the door,

Had just settled down for a long day of labor,

When all of a sudden there arose such a clatter,

I turned back around to see what was the matter.

Towards the door two students grappled with each other,

Throwing, kicks, punches and crawling over one another.

The commotion could be heard from all across the floor

And I had the sense to keep other students from the door,

When, what to my wandering eyes should appear,

But two fighting girls, and a crowd of their peers,

With a motion of the hands, so violent and quick,

I knew in a moment she went for a final lick.

More rapid than shrapnel, beads flew through the air,

I knew that a necklace had perished, losing it's flair;

As teachers and students were passing on by

The girls added to the commotion, with a very loud cry,

So into the hallways the fight stumbled to,

A crowd full of students and teachers grew and grew.

And then, in a twinkling, I saw in a hurry

Two Good Samaritans pull the students apart in a flurry.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

The gray, elder principal walked in with a bound.

He was dressed in uniform, from his head to his toes,

And he gladly took charge of the students trading blows;

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,

And the stache on his face was as white as fresh snow;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And handed me a referral; then turned with a jerk,

And giving a nod, down the hallway he walked;

He sprang into his office, to his AP he talked,

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

"Back to class to all, and to all a good fight."

-Yours Truly