Join us for our first Annual UGLY Sweater Fly
Grab your favorite ugly sweater (bonus points for sweaters that light up), pom-pom hat, and elf bells for a FREE Christmas Trapeze class. On December 24th, our 2pm class will be reserved for the UGLY Sweater Fly.
~ Limited to 12 students ~
How to Sign Up?
Visit our Facebook page to find the most recent posting for the UGLY Sweater Fly. Upload a photo to the comment section of you in your BEST ugly sweater and why you want to be part of this magnificent event. Those with the most “likes” will be selected to join us for Christmas swings at the studio. Feel free to invite your friends to Like Emerald City Trapeze and like your photo!
Winners will be selected on December 20th and notified on Facebook.
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas at Emerald City Trapeze
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the studio
Not a creature was stirring, not even a crow;
The sweaters were hung by the fireplace with care,
In hopes that St. Kirkland soon would be there;
The students were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of triple layouts danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the net there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the banister I flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtains and threw up the sash.
The moon on the webs of the snow-ladden window,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a circus driver so lively and grand,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Kirkland.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the board! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the studio-top the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Kirkland too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down to the net St. Kirkland came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
He was handsome and tall, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke but a word, and said to us all “hep-hep”
He landed with a bounce; then turned with a step,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up to the Catch Trap he rose;
Then he sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”