‘Twas the Night Before the Give It Up For Good Sale
‘Twas the night before The Give It Up For Good Sale, when all through the field house
not a creature was stirring, not even a toy mouse.
All college jackets were hung on wire racks with care,
in hopes that the shoppers soon would be there.
The electronics were nestled all snug in their bins,
the cosmetics table filled with shampoos and hairpins.
And the volunteers in their ‘kerchiefs, and I in my cap,
had finally settled our brains for a long summer’s nap.
When so early in the morning there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Alas, it was merely the clock, loudly blaring, time to get up!
So I arose from my slumber, but only for the promise of a full coffee cup.
I pedaled across campus, sun shining on the morning dew-covered grass,
shedding light on the campus’s beauty as I passed,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
at least one-hundred shoppers lined up, anxious as opening time drew near.
There were little old ladies and kids all lively and awake,
I knew in a moment running feet would make the ground shake.
When the time came at last, more rapid than eagles, the shoppers they came,
and they whistled and shouted and called out to others by name:
“Sally, grab that fan!
John, you go get the rug, I’ll stay here!
What Suzie? It’s sold already?!
No, Tommy, you can’t have that toy gun!
Hey, give that back Jill, it’s mine!
Let’s get out of this madhouse Bob, we’ve got to wait in line!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
so quickly into checkout lanes the shoppers they flew,
with the carts full of toys, and other goods too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard beside me
the jangling necklaces and bracelets, as shoppers grabbed to see.
As I shifted my gaze and was turning back around,
I saw yet more people coming, racing to find the all deals to be found.
Some became so adorned in new stuff, covered head to toe,
with piles of used clothing, all packed in bags to go.
Bundles of toys kids flung on their backs,
and they looked just like peddlers stocking up their packs.
Shoppers’ eyes–how they twinkled! Their smiles, how merry!
Their cheeks were like roses, red with exertion from carrying all they could carry!
I saw a volunteer’s droll little mouth drawn up like a bow,
though we were all hoping our morning fatigue didn’t show.
There was neither grinding nor grating of teeth,
no matter what the feelings beneath.
It was all made better as each tough worker acquired a full belly,
when we laughed and ate free powdered doughnuts filled with jelly.
All those people scurrying, swiping each item off the shelf,
I had to laugh, in spite of myself.
And in a blink of the eye the sale was coming to an end
It seemed shoppers must be running out of money to spend.
Soon the field house was filled only with stragglers,
And we were praying they wouldn’t be hagglers.
As the clock struck noon, they picked up the pace,
and all around the field house they raced and raced.
Last items grabbed, Vickie gave a loud shout,
And the sale was over, all shoppers shooed out.
Finally, I heard her exclaim, ‘ere she closed the big doors,
“Congratulations to all on another successful sale. I’ll see you Tuesday to sweep the floors!”
Thank you to everyone who helped with the 11th Annual GIUFG Sale! We raised almost $22,000 for United Way of Adams County and diverted 28.5 tons of waste from the land fill. Now that’s Great Green Work!