'Twas THE WEEK before Christmas and all through the land Folks were joyous that New Year's was almost at hand. Two more weeks and Orwellian fear's would be through. If '84's passed, can Big Brother be true? Down in D.C. the rightists are snug in their beds. With visions of deficits in nary a head. While up on the Hill the red cheeked St. Tip Prepares for his final tiff with the Gip. Here is Cambridge the season is merry as ever. Full of papers unwritten and students unclever. And as dining halls shut and the dorms get much colder. The deadlines slip by, growing older and older. But though papers be late and our grades more displeasin', We couldn't forget our own gift list this season.

First--in University Hall, a chortle of glee. If Deans Rotner and Gerrity don't jack up our fee. For Leahy and Steiner and all Black Rock Brass. Think of the forest, and not of the cash. And in U-Hall 4 if you find Michael Spence. Say, "Relax a little, don't be so tense." For if all goes well and you coddle Prez. Bok. A University Chair you will find in your sock. Just think of ole' Roso, your precursor as dean. He gave us the Core, now he's not to be seen.

And a big welcome back for Marry S. Feldstein. Who's got all of Ec 10 marching in line. Here's a Marx reader for further conjecture. In case you have missed that supplement lecture. For colleagues Stan Hoffman, Carnesale and Nye. More says to make Yankees and Russians say "hi." For Nye for Retch and for Dick Neustadt too. No chants in the Cabinet are waiting for you. Not even the Bay State went for old Fritz--For Labor or Treasury, ply the GOP with your wits.

To our friends at the Loeb, your attention we beg, Don't let Beckett prevent you from breaking a leg. For Ozment who o'ersees the vaunted CUE guide. Don't cower--go on, be subjective, be snide. If professors don't like what you say of their course. One look at their students will rid their course. One look at their students will rid their remorse. For Sociology youngsters Skocpol and Starr. Tenure--so close and yet ever so far. And to Carlo Rubbia we must give our praise. For chasing those atoms for days and for days. Now Georgi, Glashow and many another. Can welcome you too as a Nobel Prize brother. For Lashman and Scott and the whole MATEP crew. Go on, fire it up--just hope they don't sue.

Coach Restie's stocking was hung with good care. He thought ole Cosell might even be there; But when Ivy League Football was broadcast on air. Even Candlepin Bowling got more audience share. To Cambridge, and Boston, and Harvard Police. A goalpost that folds with the greatest of ease. Professor Mike Fiering will draft the design. If athletic officials but give him the sign.

On Fox, on Owl, P.C., D.U., Spee. Away Delphic, Phoenix, Fly, and A.D., Those severed ties should not give alarm, We leave you some coal to keep yourselves warm. A shiny new gavel for Brian Melendez, Who hopes all the Council will do just as he says. Those eager dissenters now have reason for pause. Their leader awaits them with copious bylaws. To the Quad folk--from your dearly beloved Dean Fox, Alas, look ye forward to many empty socks. And although good ole Cabot will renovate soon. Those poor folks up there cannot transfer till June. While up at NoHo, they"ll tear up the floors. And send all of Cabot streaking through Moors.

The Science Center Fountain finally took form. But with money enough to rebuild the quad dorms. Mike Blumenfeld gets a trip to Times Square, To handle some real renovations down there. And in Harvard Square, the gift has been given--Walkers can walk, cars can be driven. The subway construction they say is all done, But that's what they said back in Seventy-one. And closest to home, we wish Mr. Sandman, For Partrick Sorrento and Brain, our pressman. While upstairs amid all the business details. Tidy books for Liz, for Curtis fewer night mails.

So come all ye faithful, ye clever and wise. Who all through the year lend The Crimson your eyes. To you we offer our biggest salute: Happy Holidays and have ye a good year to boot.