1985 Miracle Yearbook

7:45 nxious waiting. A mad scramble, In the room across the hall, To finish cleaning. 7:50 pm Shur the curtains, Door opened, "Is my hair O.K.?" "Quick, put that box somewhere else!" 7:55 pm "Close the bathroom door!" "I did." "Did someone put the cookies our?" Santa adjusts his beard, Worm and itchy already. One final "Ho , Ho" in the mirror. Good. 8:00 pm OPENHOUSE!!!! Once a year, Mad scramble, Purring best foot forward, The rest in the closer. Unit one. "Wow!" Foil covers everything, Lights twinkle. In the hall, Santa — lop empty, "Ho, ho, ho." Candy and a plate of cookies, On the table beside him, He smiles. A young Santo, Only 19. Herds trample, Lawlor shakes. Peals of laughter, Looking in windows from the balcony walk, Tour de Force, "Where now?" Cookies in hand, Aimlessly wandering, Unit 11. Rating rooms, Floor clean, Under the bed, Dust. Sneaking a peek into closers, Under beds and in desk drawers, In the shower, Avalanche! Dirty dishes, Dirty dorhes, Food, An ironing board, And two typewriters. Clammy palms, In the hall another herd passes by, Looking in couriously. Peeking around the corner of the door, Looking for a friendly face, Embarrassed to find none. COOL, sunglasses though it's dark, Jacket collars turned up, Walking with o swagger to impress, 30 Open House