Thank you Judy for writing this fun prose.
I added a few pics.
|Now where did I park that overland truck?|
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all around GAP
Not a creature was stirring (Bruce was taking a nap)
The daypacks were hung by the work desks with care
In hopes that St. Jimshu soon would be there.
CEOs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of border crossings danced in their heads.
And Red at the Base Camp and Meg in Halifax,
Had just settled down for Canadian naps.
|The Bushman kids at Na'ankuse|
And what should appear through his nighttime Raybans,
But an overland truck and eight Na’ankuse orphans.
With a little old driver, so lively and trim
He knew in a minute it must be St. Jim.
More rapid than rhinos his coursers they came
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
Now Tano! Now Kibo! Now Erik and Chemi!
On Neena! On Murka! On Judy and Wendi!
|He better not poop on me!|
And his clothes were all tarnished with elephant poops
A bundle of shoes he had flung on his back
And he looked like a cobbler just opening his pack.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work
And filled all the daypacks, then turned with a jerk
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And using his iPhone, blogged the whole episode.
He sprang to his truck, to his team gave a call
And away they sped to a refuge in Nepal.
But Red heard him exclaim ‘ere he drove out of sight
Happy voluntourism to all—let’s go make it right!
|Merry Christmas and let's go make it right!|