“Happy Christmas to all, and to marking goodnight!” Photo Credit: angelocesare via Compfight cc Reference She sprang to her car, to her team gave a whistle,Īnd away they all flew, like the edge of a chisel.īut I heard her exclaim, as they drove out of sight, She spoke not a word, but went straight to work,Īnd filled all the cupboards the bins with a smirk,Īnd giving a nod, up the corridor she rose Photo Credit: Robert S. She was frail and thin, a sight for sore eyes,Īnd I laughed when I saw her, in spite of her guise Ī squint of her eye and a twist of her head, That shook, when she scowled, just like her classes. She had a pointed face and a little round glasses, The page of a book she held tight in her teeth,Įach ripped and circled her feet in a wreath
Her droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,Īnd the point of her chin was as white as the snow Her cheeks were like crystal, her nose, big and hairy! Her eyes how they glowered! Her dimples, how scary!
Photo Credit: Lotus Carroll via Compfight cc She was dressed all in stripes, from her head to her foot,Īnd her clothes were all tarnished with glue, tar and soot Ī bundle of books she had flung in her bin,Īnd she looked like a pedlar just closing me in.
#THE DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS FULL#
In came Miss Nicks, with a bin full of books! The clinking of padlocks you could only presume.Īs I drew in my hand, and grabbed my class books, Photo Credit: kennysarmy via Compfight ccĪnd then, in a twinkling, I heard in the staff-room. With a bin-fu ll of padlocks, scissors and glue. So, up to each classroom, the teachers they knew, If the books meet a student, don’t let them review! Now hide away! Throw away! Stash away all!” Photo Credit: JimyJOp via Compfight ccĪs wet ink that befall on the pages they flew, To the top of the corridor! To the stage in the hall! Now Sid! Now, Sarah! Now, Rhonda and Kickson! “Now, Jill! now, Frances! now, Nancy and Dixon! Quicker than an email, her teachers they came,Īnd she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name Photo Credit: AstridWestvang via Compfight cc With a coat and her bag, so lively and quick, Photo Credit: Paul Seventy via Compfight cc When, what to my wondering eyes should feature,īut, a big black-bin, above eight fellow teachers. Gave the lustre of shadows on objects below, The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. I sprang from the bed to see t’was the matter. When out on the yard there arose such a natter, Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap, Photo Credit: *Katch* via Compfight cc The head teacher with cloak and I in my cap, With visions of cover-lessons, danced in their heads The students were absent all back in their beds, In the hope that the caretaker, wouldn’t be there. The cup boards unlocked in the classroom, beware Not a teacher was marking, now isn’t that cool? ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the school Their mission: to steal all the students’ books in order to eliminate marking, forever! This is a seasonal twist on the classic, ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas, following a clandestine group of teachers who have premeditated a plan to sneak into their school building over the Christmas break. Read more about you found yourself on the school corridors during Christmas, what would you do? In 2015, he was nominated as one of the '500 Most Influential People in Britain' by The Sunday. 2010, Ross Morrison McGill founded from a simple Twitter account through which he rapidly became the 'most followed teacher on social media in the UK'.
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