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Three Weeks Before Christmas

posted Dec 17, 2012, 12:45 AM by Rhonda Schwarze   [ updated Dec 17, 2012, 12:45 AM by Sites Admin ]
Kim Abels is one of our teachers at Faith and wrote a Faith/Philippine version of "'Twas the Night Before Christmas". If you share it with others please give Kim the credit.

Three Weeks Before Christmas
by Kim Abels

‘Twas 3 weeks before Christmas, in Faith’s high school halls,
And no one was wanting to go to the mall;

All presents were bought, way back in September,
Because no one in Manila wants to drive in December.

The bright sun was shining; no clouds to be seen
While palm trees waved back and forth in the breeze.

Staff kids in their sandals wiped sweat from their brow,
shouting, “Christmas is coming; its coming right now!”

And the teachers wondered why there was such a clatter
They sprang from their desks to see what was the matter.

Away to the windows, all work left behind,
Pushed desks out of the way as they opened the blinds.

The sun was surely just casting a glare
Because what they saw just couldn’t be there!

They all rubbed their eyes and questioned, “But how?”
When they saw a miniature trike and eight carabao.

With a little old driver so lively and quick,
They knew in a moment it must be St. Nick!

Though slower than reindeer his coursers they came
And he clapped and he shouted and called them by name.

“Now Jhonboy, now Apple, now Honey and Bong
On Len-Len! On Peachy! On Ping and Ding Dong”
To the top of the palm tree! To the top of the wall!
Now gallop...or walk, just get moving you all!

As tin roofs before a typhoon all do fly
When they meet with an obstacle, are flung to the sky
So up to the rooftop the carabao flew
With a trike full of toys and St. Nicholas too

And then with a pounding, the teachers heard on the roof
The stamping and scraping of each carabao hoof.

As they stuck out their heads, and looked all around,
Through the window St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed in his swim trunks; no need for a suit
Flip flops on his feet; who would wear boots?

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back
Very trendily held in a new flour sack.

His eyes, how they twinkled! His dimples, how sweet!
His cheeks were like roses; so flushed from the heat!
His mustache was dripping like a faucet of sweat
His beard made him wonder why he hadn’t shaved yet!
With a Halls in his mouth (the pipe had to go)
An example to children meant smoking was “NO!”

He had a broad face and a kagawad-like belly
That shook when he laughed like coconut jelly
He was chubby and plump, but kept his shirt down
The teachers all smiled and no one dared frown.

Pointing with his lips, and with two lifted brows
The staff knew Santa was in the Philippines now!

He spoke not a word; opened doors with a screech
He’d bring Christmas early then head for the beach.

Quickly around the school grounds he roamed
Filling cubbies and pigeon holes instead of visiting homes

Then he sprang to his trike, to his team gave a shout
The carabao started plodded slowly about.

But the teachers, they heard, as the carabao ran
“Merry Christmas to all; I’m getting a tan!”