Twas the night before kickoff,
And all through the lab,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even team CAD.
Components were hung in the pit cart with care,
In hopes that Dean Kamen soon would be there.
The tools were all nestled, all snug in their drawers,
While visions of exhaustion tormented mentors.
And Max in his kerchief, Gavin in his cap,
had just settled their brains, for a long winters nap.
When out in the shop, there arose such a clatter,
I sprung from my coding to see what was the matter,
Someone hurt in the shop, I feared to my core,
I sprinted the hall and rolled up the door!
The light on the flecks of the pile of shavings,
Have the sparkle of diamonds for students behaving!
When what do I suddenly see with a gasp,
But 8 reindeer wearing safety glass!
With a tiny old driver, so lovely and lean,
I knew in a moment, it surely was Dean!
More rapid than ninjas they all donned their gloves,
He whistled, and shouted, while they covered their hooves.
Now Jimmy, now Kady,
Now Kelly and Justin,
On Katherine, on Joseph,
On Eric and Ethan!
To the top of the pit!
To the edge of the field,
But look both ways and to avoid a crash yield!
As I shook up my head, and was turning around
Down the fume hood Woody Flowers came with a bound!
He was dressed all in FIRST gear from his head to his foot,
And a full set of safety glasses, gloves, and boot.
A tote full of parts followed behind,
And crazy new game rules which blew my mind!
His glass how they twinkled, his gloves how supple,
His bumpers were perfect, his gear ratio doubled!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And fill’d all the part kits; then turn’d with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the fume hood he rose he rose.
And Dean sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
Happy Kickoff to all, and to all a good night!!