12/25/2025
🎅’Twas the Night Before Christmas 🎅
’Twas the night before Christmas in District 187,
And labor law had been broken… again and again.
The classrooms were empty of teachers by trade,
But the admin floor glowed—every favor prepaid.
The teachers were tired.
The staff were worn thin.
While contracts sat frozen—that’s how it begins.
Six months with little bargaining.
no real offers by choice.
Then blame, loud and sudden, when CFT found their voice.
Up in his office sat McCall all alone,
Counting new titles, each one with a throne.
A job for the faithful.
A raise for the known.
While classrooms were managed by subs on a phone.
He smiled at the chaos, called it “reform,”
Said “this is what change looks like” as he weathered the storm.
But storms don’t arrive when leaders are clean—
They come when the rot’s been long left unseen.
Down in the buildings, the Whos did the math:
Who gained?
Who lost?
Who blocked the path?
Not the kids.
Not the schools.
Not the people who serve.
Just power protecting what power deserves.
On Christmas Eve night, with a flick of the pen,
He stole good faith bargaining—that right from them.
He stole dignity.
He stole time.
He stole truth.
Then blamed the union even though they had the proof.
But something went wrong in his hastily laid plan—
The people remembered who they are and who ran.
They didn’t cry.
They didn’t flee.
They organized.
They documented.
They said, “We see.”
And the sound that rose wasn’t joy, wasn’t cheer—
It was reckoning humming, unwelcome and near.
Because Christmas doesn’t come from his podium lie.
It doesn’t come wrapped in a press-release try.
🎄 Christmas comes from the people you crossed.
🎄 And every stolen thing comes with a cost.
So remember this night when the record is kept:
You didn’t steal Christmas.
You exposed yourself.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays from CFT, Local 1272