Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Restorative Justice Center,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mentor.
The grant applications were hung by the wall, in hopes that foundations would fund them ALL.
The board members were all snug in their chairs, while visions of agendas and reports,
that would soon be theirs.
Director and staff and had just settled in, for a meeting of minds, that would make everyone grin!
When outside the door, there arose such a clatter, they sprang from the meeting to see what was the matter.
Right out the door, they flew like a tribe, needing to see what had just arrived.
The moon was round like the Circles they keep, the shiny disk laminated the objects so neat.
What did their eyes so generously greet?Â 8 little reindeer with the tiniest of feet.
With a special driver, so generous and thick, they knew in a moment . . . Nonprofit St. Nick!
More swift that the bills, the reindeer they came, Nonprofit St. Nick, he called them by name!
Now â€œBudgetâ€, Now â€œBylawsâ€, Now â€œAgendaâ€ and â€œRobertâ€ (as in rules of!)
On â€œRankingsâ€, On â€œMinutesâ€ on â€œReportsâ€ and â€œEvaluation Ofâ€
To the front of the table, to the board room, dash away, dash away, right past the broom.
So to the meeting they flew, with a sleigh full of gifts and of course the leader, Nonprofit St. Nick.
He was dressed all in red from head to foot, a volunteer application in his hand he had took.
A bundle of files he had on his back, cases and files, were all in his pack.
His eyes-they twinkled, his dimples how merry,Â His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
He shared his perspective, â€œthis is so much work itâ€™s scary!â€
â€œMy what youâ€™ve done with one little year, so do tell me, what did you do, and hold most dear?â€
â€œThe budgetâ€ piped Steve, â€œwe did our best, being the treasurer here is quite a testâ€.
â€œChair a meetingâ€ said Bill, â€œif you think that is tough, those rankings can be really roughâ€!
â€œdonationsâ€ from Cindy â€œeventsâ€ from Nick, â€œwaitâ€ said Julie, â€œmy pen is a stick!â€
Nonprofit St. Nick drew his mouth like bow, the beard on his chin was white as snow. He had a broad face and a little round belly, he laughed and it shook like a bowl full of jelly. Ahhh, this board and non-profit just needs to know. â€œThe path is not easy when you have to grow.â€
â€œYou help people change, you do really good work, once in awhile youâ€™ll get stuck in the dirt.â€ â€œFear not I say, youâ€™ve got blessings from aboveâ€, and with that Non-profit St. Nick, gave each one a hug!
He sprang to his sleight, gave his team whistle, and away they flew, like the down of a thistle.
The board heard him exclaim, as he flew out of sight:Â â€œkeep that mission close, and the funding tightâ€
â€œMerry Christmas to all and to all a good night!â€