‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the camp,
not a person was stirring except for Greg S.
The shoes were out by the doors with care,
in hopes that Saint Wayne would still be there.
The musicians were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of Bach danced in their heads.
Stef in kerchief, and Sam in his cap
had just settled our brains for a long summer’s nap.
When out on the Dieseth roof there arose such a clatter.
Sam sprang out of bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window Sam flew up like a teleporter,
tore open the shutter and threw up the sash.
The moon the breast of the new-fallen rain
gave the lustre of midday to objects below.
When what to his eyes should appear
a minute golf cart with eight tiny interns and staff.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew for a moment it must be St. Wayne.
More rapid than eagles, his courses they came,
and whistled and shouted them by name.
Now Rick! Now Jubal!
Now Becky and Josh!
On Jesse! On Andrew!
On Tim and Rachel!
To the front of the door now run, run all.
Sam saw St. Wayne in the door with with him dressed in robe,
and tall with black shoes to match his style.
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 beard on his chin was as white as snow.
He had a broad face and a little round belly
that shook when he laughed like a bowl of Lutheran Caf food.
He was a happy man
and Sam laughed to himself when he saw him.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
soon gave me to know Sam had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word but sang Lutheran morning hymn.
He filled all the shoes and walked out the door.
And he sprang to the golf cart,
to his team, gave a pitch and they ran.
They all flew like the down of a thistle,
but I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
Berma Shave to all and Merry Christmas LSM!
-Cameron, voice student
