‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through School House,
Not a teacher was stirring—not even Mr. Nadeau!
The stockings were hung in Williams with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The Glass girls were nestled all snug in their
Oftentimes, it takes us buckets of tears, sweat and (literally) blood before we achieve what we want in life. But so long as it means waking up the next day to a morning as majestic and picturesque as this, I would not mind fighting till I shed the last b
