Cranford Football State Championship game

We had a great time tailgating and watching the team play. It was a close game, but Parsippany Hills won 20-13.

Letters to Santa

Snow - a poem by Nate

Snow

When snow comes falling from the unknown place

High in the sky

You look up, cheeks are red as if you're shy.

A flake of snow tickles your cheek.

The neighborhood hears your joyous shriek. 

You decide to play in the snow today.

Even though it's far away, you still fret

The month of May.

School - a poem by Nate

School

When you go to school

It's best to stay cool.

If your teacher gives you a test

It's easiest just to say, "west." 

When you get an A

Just say, "Yay!"

And that's how you do good in school!

Death - a poem by Nate

Death

When you don't have shame

And you call his name

Out of hate, not out of love.

He'll appear at the windowsill as a beautiful dove.

Whatever you do, don't let him into your abode

For surely he will turn into a more vicious mode.

With a touch of his scythe, he'll whisk you away.

For a soul like you, you will not stay.

Your soul will burn as if trapped in an urn

And that's how you'll stay forever.

Dew - a poem by Nate

Dew

In the morning, dew shines back at you

like a mirror

and when 

the breeze tickles the tree's leaves

it falls in 

its own significant pattern