Re: The night before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas when all through the dojo,
Everyone was training, trying to find their mojo.
The bokken was resting near the kamiza with care,
It is hoped O'Sensei would appreciate it there.
The teacher stopped the class for an instructional talk,
The students look to sensei to walk the aikido walk.
Sensei calls me up to take ukemi for him,
As I get up, I have a big goofy grin.
When over by the weapons rack there was heard a great clatter,
That we all stopped our training to see what was the matter.
Over to the weapons rack i flew like a flash,
There were Jo's made of maple, white oak and ash.
I pick each one up and put it back in its place,
I double check its stability, just in case.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature keg of micro brewed beer
With a Sensei, so lively and quick,
I knew that he was in on the trick.