Bekah’s Christmas poem:
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the gym,
All the gymnasts were gone even little Ashton Kim.
As I sat by the beam and composed a new post,
I heard a loud sound I thought must be a ghost. …
There’s a bit of a mystery to solve. A surprise ending.
… As the man walked away, I exclaimed “Holy Moly!
That man isn’t Santa, he’s …
Find out on Bekah’s “Get a Grip” Gymblog