Twas three weeks before Christmas…


Twas three weeks before Christmas, when all through Victoria park

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Lark.

The costumes were hung by the registration tent with care,

In hopes that thousands of St Nicholas’ soon would be there.


When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I ran to the park to see what was the matter.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But Father Christmases everywhere and just a few reindeer.


They were dressed in red and fur, from head to foot,

And their clothes were all tarnished with mud and soot.

They began to race away as the whistle blew,

Shocked onlookers laughed as the park they ran through.


A team were running for a charity called WellFound,

Who build latrines and wells deep in the ground,

They ran a great race without any falls,

As they raised money to bring clean water to all!

Operation WellFoundTwas three weeks before Christmas…