‘Twas the week before Christmas, when all through Asia House
No creative movement class’s jungle animals were stirring, not even a mouse.
Little ones’ paintings were set out to dry with care,
As were dreamcatchers, chimes, and other art class ware.
Children sang a couple of Jojo’s songs before being tucked into their beds,
While visions of Miss Ayumi’s fairies danced in their heads.
And papa watching BBC News as I did some cleaning,
We were settling down for a quiet evening,
When outside there arose a bit of a clatter,
I arose to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I went to follow the hum,
Only to find Mr. Percussion, Ben, with some of his drums.
When also to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Soléne, the French instructor, with her usual good cheer.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Through the front door Santa Claus came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his toe,
And on his shoulders were little patches of snow.
With a wink of his eye and in a voice rather firm,
Santa said, “I’m really looking forward to Oomphalos classes next term.”
To my surprise, he said he noticed a few new classes,
Like Nurturing Danceways and Tiny Dancers.
He said Mrs. Claus was interested in Touchy, Feely, Messy! and he in I ♥ Art,
And then said he’d love to chat more but really must dart,
He had stockings to fill and presents to put under trees,
Oh that Santa is quite the busy bee.
And I then heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.”