Twas a week before Christmas, two days before break.

Gumdrop had to leave, he had a lot at stake.

 

He had things to make and elves to assist.

He hoped that he could accomplish this list.

 

SC aka KK was a calling, both the Mr. and Mrs.

He couldn’t wait to give them hugs and kisses.

 

When out on the school’s roof, he heard such a clatter,

He sprang from the classroom to see what was the matter.

 

He looked out the window, down the hall of room 105

And saw something wonderful with his little elf eyes.

 

He saw a jolly old man in red that he knew right away.

He packed his things quick and went to the sleigh.

 

As he packed his things up, tears ran down his cheeks,

For he had such wonderful memories from these past couple weeks.

 

He drug his sack with Rudy on top,

looked back one more time and came to a stop.

 

Good bye, my third grade friends at Blue Ball,

I can’t wait to tell many glorious stories of all.

 

I will do this with hope, and I will do this with love,

Because you all touched my heart, while wearing a red or green glove.

 

I will miss you all,

Gumdrop