‘Twas the night before Campsmas, when all through the office
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Sophie;
The presents were slung under the tree with care,
In the hopes that secret santa soon would be there;
The camps staff were snuggled in their Christmas gear;
Whilst songs about reindeers were sung in their ears;
Even though our brains had settled for a long winter’s nap,
We tried our hardest to be as busy as we could,
When out in reception there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
Away down the stairs I flew like a flash,
And across the room I went in a dash.
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But the image of a rather dashing reindeer,
Who seemed to be running free,
It look me a long time to realise it was me,
And then, in a twinkling, I heard from afar,
The jangling of bells and a ‘tra-la-la-la’,
I ran with glee towards the sound,
And there I found,
Scattered on the shelves,
A mountain of elves!
This answered our question, to which we did ponder,
“where the presents did come from?”, was no longer our wonder.
MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM CAMPS!!!