Non-profit St. Nick, a poem for board members!
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.
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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!
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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.
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The moon was round like the Circles they keep, the shiny disk laminated the objects so neat.
What did their eyes so generously greet? 8 little reindeer with the tiniest of feet.
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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!
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Now “Budgetâ€, Now “Bylawsâ€, Now “Agenda†and “Robert†(as in rules of!)
On “Rankingsâ€, On “Minutes†on “Reports†and “Evaluation Ofâ€
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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.
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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.
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His eyes-they twinkled, his dimples how merry, His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
He shared his perspective, “this is so much work it’s scary!â€
“My what you’ve done with one little year, so do tell me, what did you do, and hold most dear?â€
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“The budget†piped Steve, “we did our best, being the treasurer here is quite a testâ€.
“Chair a meeting†said Bill, “if you think that is tough, those rankings can be really roughâ€!
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“donations†from Cindy “events†from Nick, “wait†said Julie, “my pen is a stick!â€
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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. “The path is not easy when you have to grow.â€
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“You help people change, you do really good work, once in awhile you’ll get stuck in the dirt.†“Fear not I say, you’ve got blessings from aboveâ€, and with that Non-profit St. Nick, gave each one a hug!
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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: “keep that mission close, and the funding tightâ€
“Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!â€