I wrote the following poem, adapted from 'Twas the Night Before Christmas, to thank my friend, Ellen Garber, for making a very substantial donation yesterday to Laptops to Lesotho. Ellen made the donation in memory of my parents, Ruth and Robert Balcomb:
"Their lives were works of art that inspired us all."
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'Twas
the night before Sunday, when all through the house,
Not a creature was
stirring, not even a mouse.
Dirty laundry hung carelessly over a chair,
In
hopes someone else would remove it from there.
The cats
were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of catnip danced in their
heads.
With Carl in his pj’s, and I in my cap,
We’d just settled down for
a long winter’s nap.
When from my
computer there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my keyboard to see what was the
matter.
Away to my inbox I flew in great
haste,
And clicked on the email listed there in boldface.
Bright light on the screen glared like
new fallen snow,
Making me squint and read words a tad slow.
Then, what to my
wondering eyes should appear,
But a gigantic donation the size of a
steer.
While the enormous number made my knees
shake,
I knew in a moment it must be a
mistake.
“Holy S**t, Ellen! That can’t be
right!”
Your fingers a-slipping, you must have
mis-typed.
The shock had me
reeling, my mind was a-drift,
How do I say
thank you for such a great
gift?
A bundle of
computers, solar panels too,
Will bring education to children
Bantu.
I can hear all the laughter, their joy,
and their glee,
When they see the technology arriving
with me.
And so it was that I exclaimed with
delight,
“Lesotho’s children will sleep better
this very good night.”
- Janissa