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THE
HEXAGON
DECEMBER, 1974
CHRISTMAS
EVERYWHERE
Twus the hours before
Christmas holidays,
When all through the schools
Not a student 'was paying
attention,
And they were breaking all the
rules.
The teachers were hung by the
blackboards without care,
In hope that the principal
would soon be there.
With a coke in one hand, and
my baby in the other,
I knew I’d be doomed if this
ever got back to my
mother.
Then in through the main
entrance, came old saint
Nick
With, lots of goodie® and lot®
and lot® of tricks.
He tipped to the teachers rooms,
and what did he see,
A great big sign saying, we just
Wanta be free ....
Then old Saint Nick begin to
fill the teaohere stocking,
And just what did they get,
A pack of chewing gum and one
cigarette.
Then out of the door he fatly
went.
Now Mrs. Lanier,
Off Mrs. Mercer
Away Mr. Abner,
Be one Mrs. Tapseott
Up Miss Parrish
Fly Mrs. Booth ■
Leave Mr. Jarvis
Stay Mr. Russell
Ahead of us is a long long night.
Fly you people, everything will
soon be alright.
By Richard Fortson
Christmas Eve
BY AUNDRA BOLTON
You
and only you
have made this season
come up through the calender
as special a® iit is now.
To say
I think of you today
or that I miss you
and that there are
no; seasons but the ones
We make up for ourselves
is hardly worth the paper
that it takes to tell.
Just now
my thoughts are all of you.
Know that and be glad)
for knowing that you live,
and that you walk
or laugh
in or out of my direction
is enough to make me smile
when no one is here
and I know no one’s coming.
My Christmas
BY KEN PEACE
Christmas is very special,
Because of the blessing® we
share.
Without those blessings,
This world would seem bare.
Christmas is very touching,
For it touches the heart and ,
soul.
And so is the Christmas spirit,
For those are the things that
make you whole.
The thought is what counts,
No matter what gift you give.
It’s a very special way to show
your love,
And a beautiful way to live.
DEAR SANTA
This year’s letter might be a
little different but these are the
things I really want for Christ
mas.
I want world peace. People
have asked for it since time
began but we haven’t attained
it.
I ask for hope for without
hope we have nothing going for
us. We have nothing to live
on.
I want to be able to share
more freely with my fellow
man; and not just at Christmas.
We all need love and there is
someone waiting out there rea
dy and waiting to receive it
with open arms.
I ask that all the hunger in
the world be ended, for this
cripples and kills our children,
the future leaders of this world.
Now, here, Santa, are some
requests especially for me, that
I may be truthful and courage
ous, I want to have a strong
foundation. When the winds
of changes shifts and always,
do my best for my parents
and my God; for these are
the only ones who really love
me. And Santa, may I always
have an open mind, ready to
receive the truth and act upon
it. May I always realize that
others have a right to their
own opinions and that the eyes
of my soul be open to see the
truth.
Santa, these thing® might be
a little too much to ask for and
even fulfill; but if ■ you can,
please do. Thank you. Oh,
and Merry Christmas Santa.
Love,
Lee Ann Abbot
Dear Santa Claus:
I’m mot writing this letter
to abfc for a lot of gifts and ac
cessories. I don’t need them.
But I do want to ask you to
do one thing for the whole
world.
I want you to express the real
meaning of Christmas to every
one; remind them that Christ- :
mas is a time for rejoicing, for
Christ was born unto this earth.
And because of Christ our sine
are forgiven. Many of the peo
ple today are forgetting this.
JV'hat I want this year for
Christmas is for everyone to
have love and peace in their
hearts, the way Christ loves us.
Please Santa, make everyone
see the real meaning of Christ
mas. And maybe then, the gifts
we give and receive will mean
a lot more.
Sincerely,
J o y Hall
Dear Mr. Claus,
I’m not sure if you remem
ber me by name but I’ve been,
told that you’ve visited my
house many times in the past-
That old story is getting a little
hard to believe considering how
old you must be getting. Your
age is one of the main reasons
for this letter. I don’t care
how good you feel now, sooner
or later you’re gonna need a
replacement. Since I’m in
desperate need of a job, I
thought you might consider tak
ing me on as an apprentice.
I’m a good worker and I’ve
had experience putting toy® to
gether for small children in my
neighborhood.
Don’t get me wrong, Mr.
Claus, I’m not one of those
SANTA CLAUS
ON CHRISTMAS
BY BARBARA CLARK
Santa Claus comes on
Christmas,
While everything is quiet.
You can hear his sleigh bells
ringing,
As he flies through the sky at
night.
In Ms sleigh he carries
A load of gifts and toys,
For which he gives only
To good little girls and boys.
He climbs down the chimney
with caution,
While the little children sleep.
He puts their toys under the
tree,
And up the chimney he creeps.
When he finishes Ms last stop
He is ready to descend,
To his home far away.
But next year he’ll be back
again.
DEAR HEXY
During Thanksgiving holi
days my mother asked me to
help out with dinner. She ask
ed if I could dress the turkey
and I said yes, and so I did. I
thought lit looked rather nice
after I had finished. My moth
er said I had it all wrong! I
thought it was perfect” I had
the sock®, pants, and shirt on.
I can’t understand why she
didn’t like it. Now she thinks
I am terrible at cooking, but I
can’t remember what I forgot
to put on the turkey. (It must
have been the shoes) 1 really
want to help out at Christmas
but my feelings are hurt. What
did I do wrong? Please help! ! !
Confused
Dear Confused;
I agree with you completely,
you are confused! ! ! My advice
to you is to start checking out
your cookbooks, if you don’t
have any there are a nice col
lection at the city library. Un
til you have mastered the art
of cooking, I suggest you leave
the Christmas dinner alone. Oh
yeah, please don’t cook Santa
Claus for Christmas, you joker.
Hexy
Dear Hexy:
What would Larry do with-
militant, radical youths that
wants to get rid of all of the
older generation, but we’ve got
to be practical. When the
time comes when you can’t cut
the mustard, you need to get
out of the patch.
Again, Mr. Claus don’t take
what I’ve ®Md the wrong way.
I’ve loved getting presents from
you since I was a little chap.
That’s why I want to keep the
.good old tradition going, even
after you get too old to do the
job.
Please let me know your
thoughts on my idea as. Boon
as: possible. If you think you
can use me, I’m gonna have to
start putting on some weight.
Well, I’ve got to go now.
Sure hope you make It through
this year okay.
Yours truly,
Randy Cordell
Christmas Tale
Rewritten
BY KIM NORMAN
T’was the day before school
was out,
And all through the school,
Not a pupil was studying . . . ’
You were?' You fool!
The books were thrown in the
lockers with joy; ,
The teachers were put out with
every girl and boy.
The boy® throwing paper, chalk
remained supreme;
The girls, each contented with
Santa's Dilemma
“Uh. Boy, what a day!” The
old man exclaimed as he plop
ped into Ms favorite chair.
“What!” she exclaimed. “You
can’t mean that”.
“Oh, yes I do. I’m getting
too old for this job. The pace
those reindeer set is too fast. I
hardly get my breath back be
fore we land again. And speak
ing of breath, the air in those
biig cities is enough to kill, a
man.”
“Aw, you’re as fit as ever,”
she replied.
“Oh yeah, then why have I
got this overhang at the belt.”
“You’ve always' had that”.
“Yeah, I must admit I have,”
he said. “But what about this
gray hair and beard!”
“That’s for the traditional
image you have to maintain.”
“Yeah, but I’m still getting
too old”.
“Well, what are you going to
do to make us a living?”
“I haven’t thought about
that,” he replied. “Maybe I’ll
go into early retirement and
move to Florida. Yeah, that’s
what we can do.”
“Yeah, but you can’t draw
Social Security until three more
year® 1 , and besides you wouldn’t
be happy not doing anything. I
know you wouldn’t.”
“I didn’t tMnk about that
Social Security bit. Well, that
only leaves me one alternative.”
“What’s that?” she asked.
“I’ll have to get on a diet!”
“Huh?” She looked puzzled.
“I’ve been having trouble
getting through those narrow
chimneys. They seem to get
smaller each year.”
By Keith Madden
out Connie for one day?
Noisy
Dear Noisy:
It is not our policy to in
dulge in idle gossip. If you
.really want - to know, ask one
of these two in the question.
When you find out please let
me know. Waiting to hear from
you ....
Hexy
Dear Hexy:
Why should there be a “Dear
Hexy Column?”
Anonymous
Dear Anonymous:
Evidently some people enjoy
the “Dear Hexy” column since
you are the only one complain
ing. If we receive enough
complaints to warrant discon
tinuation of this column we. Will
do so at once. Ineidently, all
the mail received is from stu
dents outside the class and not
made up by members of the
staff.
their Christmas dreams.
The old teachers ruffled
because of us kids;
Young teachers worried—their
plans clashed with kids.
When out in the hall there
arose such a clatter,
We all craned our necks to see
what was the matter.
When what to our wondering
eyes should appear then,
Mr. Abernathy herding in eight
boys all ateaf.
Now Sonny, now Davy, now
Tommy, and Don;
Now Jack, now Bill, now
Earnest, and John.
Go straight to your rooms, til
my nerves have mended!
Take three extra days, because
you’ve just been suspended.
It seems that in their spirits,
they blew up the lab.
Is that any reason for Mm to
get mad?
By the spirit of the holidays
they got carried away.
The teachers should overlook
our pranks, we say.
All of those things are usual it
seems,
Though even the teachers were
talking in screams'!
So we’ll depart from these dear
school halls,
And leave you with this
pleasant thought
“Merry Christmas to all and to
all good-bye!”
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