Andy Stickney
'Twas the day before Thursday when all 'cross the Grounds, not a student was stirring, not even a sound. When down from the rooftop with a tumultuous roar, tumbled good Santa, his derriere sore. He laughed at the staff and quietly said, "Tis better this paper were buried and dead. Pipes and green leaves for those in the air and bottles of good cheer for those with long hair." Merry Christmas to all and to all a safe trip (home).