In the kingdom of Alpha Phi Omega service fraternity, Big/Little is upon us. Our poor coordinator has outmatched eHarmony by miles. Piecing together sporty bigs with sporty littles and avoiding the outdoorsman/ mallcrawler pair. No, shopaholics will stick together if she has anything to say about it. The shy pledges won’t be overwhelmed (just yet) with the more boisterous of the pack and the social butterflies won’t have to peel their Big from the wall to join the party. It’s almost like Christmas, getting to see who you’ll be calling (once you get to know one another) at 2 am for an IHOP run or have golf-cart races with at different events. Last year was a total blast and I have no doubt this year will be the same.

Twas the night of Big/Little and all through the church,
Chaos erupted! Such gaiety! Such mirth;

The candles were lit in a ring of brotherhood,
In hopes they’d be held by pledges, someday soon;

The pledges were lined up snugly by family,
While visions of siblings made them chatter happily;

And Liz by the door and Jack with his beard,
Hoped warily that these kids weren’t too weird;

After the ceremony there arose such a clatter,
I’m surprised the cops didn’t call, to see what was the matter;

Around the gym they spun like a top,
On roller-skates, with basketballs, the dancing never stopped;

The moon rose quietly across the Norman sky
With all the fun being had, no wonder how time did fly,

But all of the sudden a brightly-lit screen caught my eye,
Nimble fingers, fear among them was none, no,
Instantly I knew it must be Guitar Hero;

More rapid than raindrops the notes they did play,
The crowd whistled and shouted the chords as they came;
“The blue one! The green one! The orange and red buttons too!
Now tilt your guitar you’ll win if you do!
To the top of the meter! To the top of the charts!
You could quit your day job, no more pushing carts!”

As the night progressed, the hunger pangs grew
Luckily for us, there was chocolate fondue;

So to the kitchen all the barbarians flew
Where marshmallows waited just for them to chew;

By this time the poem was reaching its end
After all, who has the attention span to read to “Le Fin”

But to all Alphas, Phis and Omegas on that magical night,
“Thanks for the party, you guys are alright.”

Disclaimer: I do not own the poem "The Night Before Christmas"