Twas the night before Winterfest, when all through the camp The Timbers staff was working; bumping the lamp The Christmas lights were hung on the cabins with care, In hopes that the campers soon would be there; The summer staff were driving from near and afar, Recovering from finals by blasting Tedashii in their car; And Guaps with his crew all ready to go, Trying to figure out a way to make it snow. When out on the dock there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bunk to see what was the matter. Away to the field I […]

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