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  • Rethinking Africa: The staff of the African Advocacy Network includes Joe Sciarrillo, pictured here with Jean Elias Xavier, Director Aboudou Traore, Charles Jackson and Clementine Ntshaykolo outside their office in the Dolores Street Community Services building. They help a growing number of African immigrants to the Bay Area who may number as many as 50,000.
  • Retiring Pillars: SI’s faculty surprised Fr. Sauer in May with applause and flowers after the announcement of his reassignment.
  • The SI boys’ lacrosse team enjoyed what may have been best year since its founding nearly a quarter century ago. The lacrosse press ranked the team among the top 15 in the nation as SI turned in another undefeated season in league play – its fourth undefeated season since it joined the WCAL in 2010.
  • Richard Driscoll ’06, a performance engineer for Oracle Team USA that will defend the America’s Cup in September, is among the few locals hunkering down in Pier 80 off Marin Street, where they work 65-hour weeks to make sure that Ellison’s boat sails twice as fast as the wind and maneuvers with precision and power as it takes on challengers from around the world.
  • Retiring Pillars: Since the 1970s, Mary McCarty made sure Latin was a living language for students in her classes.
  • Rethinking Africa: Ira Shaughnessy ’00 spent two years in Ghana from 2007 to 2009 working with the Bormase helping with the cultivation of the Moringa tree, whose leaves are rich in vitamins.

Features

 

How the Gotch Stole Christmas

Isabel de la Torre

Every kid
Down at SI
Liked Christmas a lot…

 

But the Gotch,
Who lived in the Deans’ office,
Did NOT!

 

The Gotch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Now, please don’t ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be a kid’s polo wasn’t buttoned just right.
It could be, perhaps, that their skirts were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

 

But,
Whatever the reason
His heart or the polo,
He stood there on Christmas Eve, feeling quite solo,
Staring down from his office with a sour expression
At the warm lighted windows where kids learned their lessons.
And he knew every kid down in SI classrooms
Was busy now, as the holiday was coming so soon.

 

“And they’re sending out candy grams!” he snarled with a sneer.
“Tomorrow is Christmas! It’s practically here!”
Then he growled, with his Gotch fingers nervously drumming,
“I MUST find some way to stop Christmas from coming!”

 

For,
Tomorrow, he knew…

 

...From the freshmen to seniors they’d sit down to feast.
And they’d feast. And theyd feast!

And they’d FEAST!
FEAST!
FEAST!
FEAST!

They would feast on bread bowls, and they’d run down the hall
Which was something the Gotch couldn’t stand most of all!

 

And the more the Gotch thought of the Christmas-carol-sing,
The more the Gotch thought, “I must stop this whole thing!
“It seems for an eternity I’ve put up with it now!
“I MUST stop this Christmas from coming!
….But HOW?

 
Then he got an idea!
An awful idea!


HE GOTCH
GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!

 

“I know just what to do!” The Gotch laughed in his throat.
And he made a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat.
And he chuckled, and clucked, “What a great Gotchy fix!
“With this coat and this hat, it’ll do just the trick!”

 

“All I need is a reindeer…”
The Gotch looked around.
But, since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found.
Did that stop the old Gotch…?
No! The Gotch simply said,
“If I can’t find a reindeer, I’ll make one instead!”
So he called his wildcat. Then he took some red thread
And he tied a big horn on the top of his head.

 

THEN
He loaded some bags
And some old empty sacks
On a ramshackle sleigh
And hitched up the old cat.

 

And the Gotch said, “Giddap!”
And the sleigh started down the passes
Toward the rooms where the kids
Lay a-snooze in their classes…

 

...I mean…

 

...They were actively engaging in rich, educational experiences in order to become men and women with and for others….

 

...BUT ANYWHO–

 

All the classrooms were dark. Quiet fog filled the air.
All the kids were all dreaming sweet dreams without care
When he came to the first little room in the square.
“This is stop number one,” the old Gotchy Claus hissed
And he strode through the door, empty bags in his fist.

 

Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and he took every present!
Every candy gram, every pass for free dress!
He went around the room collecting the best!

 

The one thing he left,
After the room had been stripped,
Were sad looking faces
And detention slips.

 

Then
He did the same thing
To the other kids’ classes

 

“Poo-Pooh to the kids!” he was Gotch-ish-ly humming.
“They’re finding out now that no Christmas is coming!
“They’re feeling so sad! I know just what they’ll do!
“Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
“Then the kids down in SI will all cry BOOHOO!

 

“That’s a noise,” grinned the Gotch,
“That I simply MUST hear!”
So he paused. And the Gotch put his hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound reaching way down the hall.
It started very quiet. Then it wasn’t so small…

 

But the sound wasn’t sad!
Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldnt be so!
But it WAS merry! VERY!

 

He stared out at SI!
The Gotch popped his eyes!
Then he shook!
What he saw was a shocking surprise!

 

Every kid down in SI, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any presents at all!

 

He HADN’T stopped Christmas from coming!
IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!

 

And the Gotch, as he looked at the kids singing in rows,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: “How could it be so?”
And he puzzled through resource, till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Gotch thought of something he hadn’t before!
“Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesnt come from a store.
“Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!”

 

And what happened then…?
Well...at SI they say
That the Gotch’s small heart
Grew three sizes that day!
And the minute his heart didn’t feel quite so tight,
He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light
And he brought back the presents! He hung streamers on poles!
And he…

 

...HE HIMSELF…!
The Gotch carved the bread bowls!

Posted by on Wednesday December, 11, 2013

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