From: jtilton@willamette.edu (James (Eric) Tilton)
Subject: A Final Holiday Wish
Organization: Willamette University, Salem OR
Date: Sat, 19 Dec 1992 18:58:30 GMT

(I posted this to the local newsgroup, in the latest of many veins of
silliness -- but I though I'd share it with the rest'a'ya, as well >=)
Hope you enjoy!)

		A FINAL HOLIDAY WISH
			(A Christmas Tale,
				A Feat in Feet)

	Twas the last day of finals, and I was logged on,
	The Unix box was empty--the queues weren't that long!
	To look 'round the campus was to look round a void,
	For staying for the holidays was the plan to avoid.
	The faculty were all snuggled asleep in their beds,
	While visions of tenure danced 'round in their heads.
	And Paolo in his kerchief, and Mark in his cap,
	Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
	When out in the Quad there arose such a clatter,
	That I sprang from my keyboard to see what was the matter--
	And what to my finals-bleared eyes did appear,
	But a GREAT BIG HUGE SLEIGH . . . and nine tiny reindeer.
	"On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer, on Vixen,
	On Cupid, on Comet, on Donder, on Blitzen,
	And, but of course, to my newest old friend,
	On Rudolph!  The fog's realy bad here, again!"
	This I heard from the skys, from round'bout's the sleigh,
	From a little old man who sat perched there - oy, vey!
	And he circled about, gave the currents a sniff,
	And then landed quite smoothly, on top of (auditorium) Smith.
	As he clambered on down, with a quite sprightly air,
	He gave me a wink, and I partook of him there--
	He was dressed all in red, like those communist folk,
	With a jolly old belly, that shook when he spoke,
	And he had in his eyes, a twinkle so keen,
	That I knew him to be Nick--St. Nick, I mean.
	He lugged quite a sack, but it troubled him naught,
	And I knew Campus Safety'd let him do what he wot,
	As he scurried from dorm room to dorm room with cheer,
	Bringing presents to all, from Game Boys to beer!
	As I watched, quite amazed, as he did his great work,
	It crossed o'er my mind that this job had great perks.
	After all, with what of the jobs that they teach us of here,
	Do we get to spread joy, to the world, every year?
	So I grabbed up a sack, and I helped old St. Nick,
	And we covered those dorm rooms double-time! double-quick!
	And I hopped into shotgun (nearly sat on an elf),
	And we took of to further give of ourself(s).
	And once, he let me say, on that wonderful year,
	"Merry Christmas to All!  Have a *WONDERFUL* Year!"

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								-et
-- 
/ (James) Eric Tilton, Student AND                        /O\          \
| Willamette University      Student Liason, WITS        /---\         |
| Class of '95 - CS/Hist                                /FNORD\        |
\ Internet -- jtilton@willamette.edu                   /_______\       /
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