I was a Secret Santa In High School to a girl named Renee. I placed hamburgers and stuff in her locker as secret gifts. The Poem pretty much tells all. Enjoy
'Twas the nights before Christmas and all through the school. Not a creature was peaking not even a fool.
The best present I hid in the locker with care. Had been dumped by myself, who had put it in there.
My friends had long been guessing while they were in their beds. To wake in the morning to see what they dread.
My friend was dying with her head in her lap, and me sucking wind from running ten laps.
When out in the hall there came an awful smell. I sprang to my feet to see what the hell.
I put down my ball and tore out like a flash. Tripped over my own feet and fell with a crash.
I twisted my ankle but I really didn't care. I just wanted to get the heck out of there.
When what did my wondering eyes did show up? But a half eaten hamburger, not a coffee cup.
With a lil penguin who looked really fly. It sure isn't today what money can buy.
Like Dawn always asks whose santa had came? while you wait patiently for her to call your name.
So up the halls Renee runs with her books. To bring back the presents that someone had snuck.
And then in a twinkle I heard from a friend. did you see what Renee got again and again?
I pulled up my shorts and cocked a sharp ear. Far down the hallway Renee we could hear.
She ran in the gym and fell flat on her rear. Her gifts went a flying from far and near.
She picked them up it looked kind of tacky. But Renee we all know is a little bit wacky.
She had maxi pads and candy in her book bag on her back. And the smell of a half eaten hamburger that could knock a train off its track.
She spoke not a word , but went straight to work. Getting our balls, and calling Debbie a jerk.
Then putting the balls on the end of the rack. Making sure that the balls is in a nice neat stack.
I heard her last words as she left for the night. See ya tomorrow, I got all the balls right????
12/22/92
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