50p
“The Night Before Christmas”
Concert For A Winter’s Eve dominated the Brentwood landscape on Thursday and Friday nights. Hosting the event were Amelia H & Ben R who entertained the audience with this adaptation of the The Night Before Christmas.
‘Twas the night before Christmas
And through Rogers House
Every creature was stirring
Even the mouse.
Our stockings were pushed
to our ankles - that’s fair
In the hopes that Mr. Patel
soon would not care.
The students were walking
snug in their Keds
While visions of Winter Break
danced in their heads.
When from the Foote Center
Arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the common room
to see what was the matter.
Whittall House boys, had climbed up a ladder?
No! What to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so grumpy, swell,
I knew in a moment it must be Patel.
More rapid than Dolphins
his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted,
and called them by name.
Now Murtland, now Sullie, now
Come on Fix ‘em,
On Collis, on Clauson, on Don,
And McPherson.
De manu in manum and get them in call
Now dash away Grit and Joy, dash away all.
As this winterful night comes to a close,
we would like to finish off with some quick Brentwood prose.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the Caf
The yelling and laughing of the meeting of staff.
As I pushed in my chair and was turning around,
Out the Livingston came Patel with a bound.
His eyes-- how they twinkled! His dimples how scary!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry.
The fire in his eyes, lit up like an ember
And the moustache that Kenton shaved for Movember.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
In a sigh they want us gone, in their side like a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight.
HAPPY WINTER TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT.
‘Twas the night before Christmas
And through Rogers House
Every creature was stirring
Even the mouse.
Our stockings were pushed
to our ankles - that’s fair
In the hopes that Mr. Patel
soon would not care.
The students were walking
snug in their Keds
While visions of Winter Break
danced in their heads.
When from the Foote Center
Arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the common room
to see what was the matter.
Whittall House boys, had climbed up a ladder?
No! What to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so grumpy, swell,
I knew in a moment it must be Patel.
More rapid than Dolphins
his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted,
and called them by name.
Now Murtland, now Sullie, now
Come on Fix ‘em,
On Collis, on Clauson, on Don,
And McPherson.
De manu in manum and get them in call
Now dash away Grit and Joy, dash away all.
As this winterful night comes to a close,
we would like to finish off with some quick Brentwood prose.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the Caf
The yelling and laughing of the meeting of staff.
As I pushed in my chair and was turning around,
Out the Livingston came Patel with a bound.
His eyes-- how they twinkled! His dimples how scary!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry.
The fire in his eyes, lit up like an ember
And the moustache that Kenton shaved for Movember.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
In a sigh they want us gone, in their side like a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight.
HAPPY WINTER TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT.