Twas the Week Before Christmas Poem

Posted by on Dec 19, 2011 | 0 comments

Twas the week before Christmas, when all through nonprofits
The workers were checking their end-of-year topics.
Holiday eBlasts were sent with great care,
In hopes that the donors would very soon share.

The supporters were promised an exemplary year,
While visions of 2012 brought some cause to cheer.
And intern in her sweater, and I in my vest,
Had just settled our brains after a pre-holiday test.

When out in the hallway there arose such a clatter,
I leaned in my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the mail room I flew like a flash,
Tore open the letter and looked for the stash.

The stamp on the breast of the white envelope
Was Merry and Bright and gave me some hope.
Then what to my sparkling eyes should appear,
But a donation check and holiday cheer!

With a second look, it became very clear,
I knew in a moment the holidays were here.
Whether online or mailed, the donations they came,
And I whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now Founder! now, Student! now, Donor and Friend!
On, Partner! On, Sponsor! on, on to the end!
You listened, you cared, you rallied the call!
Now thank you and thank you! And thank you to all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the bank with deposit I flew,
With my hand full of checks, and a hot latte too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard in my mind
“These friends are so generous and also so kind.”
As I sipped from the cup, and was turning around,
In the door St Nicholas came with a bound.

You know the rest, he was jolly and kind
Smiling and laughing he went straight to the line.
Then he looked back at me with a wink and a smile,
And dropped his big bag in a red velvet pile.

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 of his chin was as white as the snow.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Spreading good will, then turned with a jerk.

No words we exchanged, but the message was clear,
“We can’t rest now, it’s our busiest time of year.”
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, out the door he strode.

With thoughts of kindness, and mankind’s good will
Back to our jobs we scurried with a thrill
Knowing that giving comes from the heart,
Makes it easier for fundraisers to do our part.  

It’s the week before Christmas, when all through the world
Men’s generosity and goodness quietly unfurl
And fundraisers unite and take a moment to pause
In gratitude for those who support a worthy cause.

And now when I work through my long list of to-do’s,
I  stop for a moment from writing thank you’s,
To remember how he exclaimed as he drove out of sight,  
“Merry Christmas to all, now let’s do this right!”

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