The Veterinarian's 'Twas the Night Before Christmas

From the editor: Keep in mind, this poem was submitted a couple months before Christmas (so it's our fault that it wasn't posted at the appropriate time), and before it gets too far away from the holiday, we thought we better post it now. Marc is no longer a student, but he just recently graduated from University of Edinburgh and thought we'd appreciate this. We hope you enjoy it as much as we do.

Marc Silpa - Edinburgh
Creative Corner - Winner

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the ward

Not a creature was stirring, not even the mouse that roared;

The Hartmann’s were hung by the kennels with care,

With hopes that the infusion pumps would not cry air;

The residents were nestled all snug in their beds;

While visions of spring exams tore through their heads;

And the intern in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,

When from our black beepers there arose such a clatter,

We sprang from our beds to see what was the matter.

From the ICU the call came: “Crash, Crash”

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