T’was the night before Distance Learning, students asleep, their lunches set out.

Then there were teachers who were ready although with some doubt.

Their outfits were hung by the closet with care.

In hopes that the Zoom App was ready when they were there;

The students were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Google Classroom danced in their heads;

And teachers in ‘PJs, and I in my shorts,

Just settled down after finishing reports,

When out in the yard there arose such a clatter,

Everyone sprang from the bed to see what’s the matter.

Away to the window we flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon shown a shadow on the still of the yards

We yawned and we shuttered over ethernet cards .

When what to our wondering eyes should appear,

But a memory of a normal school day so distant and clear.

We cried and we sobbed as we packed up our laptop bags

We were exhausted and beat, time to wave the white flags.

We spoke not a word, but went straight to sleep,

We laid down with questions, but spoke not a peep.

Yes, we were sad that distance learning was coming so fast,

But we knew it was time to move on from the past.

While we wanted to take time and move on real slow,

We realized our students were ready to go.

So now as we sleep, we wish them the best.

And all we can hope is all these students and parents can get some real rest.

Dear Students, and my own two boys…
-Mr. Fragola/Dad

Twas the Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas
when all through our home
I searched for rhyming words
to complete this damn poem.

The table was set
With enough spots for the crew,
in hopes that the arguments
Would be quiet and few.

Jackson was stirring (not asleep) in his bed,
while mom and I faced the evening with dread:
There’s presents to wrap and the floor needs to be swept!
And now, thanks to stress, we have cried and we’ve wept.

For there’s only two hours
to get this all done,
Santa is coming
With gifts for our son.

Too late to go elsewhere, if we can’t finish up,
We’ll have to wake Jackson and both of the pups
When what from my worrying eyes should appear?
How about 50 dirty diapers, and a cry of fear!

Mom and I stared with looks of disbelief,
How did this happen.. Oh crap and good grief.
So right for the Clorox, and a bottle of bleach
Mom and I ran for cleaners in reach

“Now sweep it! Now mop it! You missed some right there!
Don’t smush it, don’t smash it, there’s some in your hair!
Use something stronger than water and soap
“Honey,” said hubby, “do you think I’m a dope?”

And then in a twinkling, I knew what to do.
I grabbed an old cell phone to help with the poo.
I called up old Santa and asked for some help
He answered with quickness and let out a yelp.

We spoke no more words, but he was there in a flash,
Right down the chimney he was burned by some ash.
But he was determined to make this okay
Because he loved Jackson, and called Stephanie his bae

Then as if it were magic the diapers were gone and the house was all clean.
A long day ahead I was in need of caffeine.
He laughed as he told us to go off to bed
He had toys to leave and nothing left for us to dread.

So I said to my wife just before I passed out,
“This will be the best Christmas, without any doubt.

Tomorrow we’ll wake, and Jax won’t know a thing,
He have so many toys he’ll feel like a king

We did it! We did it! The house is all neat.
Santa had better remembered to wipe his damn feet!”

Finally off to dreamland the both of us dosed.
Until I heard Santa’s voice I supposed.
You’re house is all clean and the presents are there.
But you left me no cookies and your cupboards are bare!

Then I heard him exclaim as he flew from my sight…
Merry Christmas new parents, you’re doing all right!