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|Twas just a few days before the big race, and all through the house|
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
E-mails had been sent with much anticipation and a prayer
In hopes that donations soon would be there.
Mayson and Brandon were crashed out in their beds,
While memories of the Painted Turtle danced in their heads.
And with Brett in "his chair" with the cat on his lap,
It appears I was only one who could not yet nap.
When out of the computer there was a soft clatter,
I toggled my screen to see what was the matter.
To my Gmail I flew in hopes of seeing a new message flash,
I clicked quickly to open … then my computer crashed.
Unlike the moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
There’s no lustre when your computer reboots ever so slow
But then what to my wondering eyes should appear
Another donation which brought me much cheer!
With this little incentive, so random and quick,
I knew in a moment, there’s no stopping this chick.
More rapid than eagles, emails I sent without shame,
And begged and I pleaded, you know, more of the same.
"Join, Vic! now, Tami! now, Kelli (such a Vixen!)
On, Jeanette! On, Cooper! on, Tefft and be fixen
To the top of the challenge! No donation is too small!
Now donate today! Donate I say! Donate away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the pinnacle together the donors they flew,
With their coffer full of donations and lots of turtle love too.
And then, in a twinkling (actually more like a poof)
Donations kept coming and that was enough proof.
That I had to stop (for a moment) to just look around
I was surrounded by more love and support than can ever be found!
I am overflowing with appreciation, from my head to my foot
And my heart is overwhelmed by your amazing output
A bundle of adventures the turtle campers will not lack
Because year after year, you always have their back!
Their eyes-how they twinkle! Their dimples how merry!
Their cheeks are like roses, their spirits so airy!
Their smiles light up the camp with faces all aglow,
Because of the love and support that each of you bestow.
I sprang back to my “work” and gave my “team” a whistle
And away you all flew like the down of a thistle.
And, you will always hear me exclaim as I drive out of sight,
"See you again next year, thank you and good-night!"