Poet’s Kringle Korner

Staff are amazing when it comes to prose, especially where Kris Kringle is concerned. Each Christmas, staff buy a  gift for another staff member up to the value of $10. Names are drawn out of a hat and each kris kringle is kept secret. Some of the gifts are humourous, some are conservative and useful and some are well…..!!! Many cards contain especially formulated prose and even the maths and science teachers come to the fore!!!! Here follows, a ditty created for our handyman and caretaker, Mr Steve Stewart.

Merry Christmas to Steve Stewart 

(to the tune of Bob the Builder)

Calling Steve Stewart, he can fix it
Steven Stewart, yes he can

Excuse the interruption, please Mr Stewartbin.jpg
If you are in the building, could you come to Mr D
The toilet’s blocked with apples, the water’s stopped running
there’s a smell behind the staffroom, the kids will beging to spew. Chorus

The grass is near our ankles, the bush is hiding students,
The sprinklers caused a bog hole, the cows got over the fence.
 The door is off its hinges, the windows smashed to pieces
The blind is stuck, won’t open, the sink is blocked again.  Chorus

The fountains in smaller pieces, the tech shed’s got graffiti
The bolts are off the playground, the tea house has come apart.
The plumber is too busy, the builder’s stuck in Darwinhigh tank
the electician’s in a wool press, the gardener don’t exist Chorus

When’s the CERT arriving? The CFA truck’s a missing,
The tractor’s gone a mulching, we need the school quick fixed.
but have you got any glue left, or bolts and nuts or nails,
What about the gaffer tape, to cover up the trails. Chorus

Now, Steve it is for Chrissy, it’s time for a rest,
Your tools might be missing, KK knows what’s best
Get into some nice chocolate, enjoy a can of blue
forget the b…….. office, KK has come for you Chorus

Merry Christmas to Steve Stewart (to the tune of Bob the builder)

Have a happy Christmas and a happy New Year, from Kris the Kringle!

(by an unknown staff member)

…….Another staff member, Marg Murnane, wrote this poem using staff members to illustrate the night before Christmas.

T’was the Night Before Christmas at Hawkesdale P12

T’was the night before Christmas and all through the school
The kids were all playing and acting the fool
The bags were scattered all over the floor
Miss Starling was trying to get in the door.

The children were running and yelling and stuff
They played silly games and were getting quite rough
Mr Huglin was trying to settle them down
But the kids were excited coz Santa’s in town.

When somebody shouted “oi  what was that clatter?”
They ran to the window and saw Mr Matters
“Get down off that roof or you’ll get detention”
at Hawkesdale P12 – you could sure feel the tension.

Ms Murnane yelled, in a voice loud and clear
“It looks like it’s Santa and all his reindeer!”
“No way,” said the kids as they all rushed outside
Mrs Butters was climbing aboard for a ride.

Mrs Brodzik was scrambling on the sleigh too
If the teachers all left, what would the kids do?
Mrs Mirtschin, her camera and cool MP3
Climbed high for a photo – right into the tree.

Mrs McCulloch yelled out in Chinese
“Come down immediately, come down now please.”
Mrs. McCartney jumped onto her bike
And head off with Marty as fast as you like

She called Mr Distel – he came just in time
To see Mrs Davey starting to climb
No room on the sleigh for anyone more
Mrs Atkinson had to just sit on the floor

All of a sudden the dreadful noise stopped
When out of the sleigh, old Santa hopped.
Dressed in his fur coat, black boots and hat
It’s true when they say that old Santa is fat

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 the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

The kids were delighted, the teachers all quiet
The school was no longer the place of a riot
Old Santa just nodded and winked as he said
“Jump onto those buses and get home to bed”

The teachers came tumbling out of the sleigh
The bus loop was busy, the buses away
 Santa at Hawkesdale P 12 for a while
Is something the kids will recall with a smile.

Santa sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

Year 7 Christmas baking




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