Twas the Night Before Christmas (For Students)

by Michael RichComment — Updated August 5, 2023

by Chad W. Sclove

Twas the night before finals, 
And all through the college, 
The students were praying 
For last minute knowledge. 

Most were quite sleepy, 
But none touched their beds, 
While visions of essays 
Danced in their heads.

Out in the taverns, 
A few were still drinking, 
And hoping that liquor 
Would loosen up their thinking.

In my own apartment, 
I had been pacing, 
And dreading exams 
I soon would be facing.

My roommate was speechless, 
His nose in his books, 
And my comments to him 
Drew unfriendly looks.

I drained all the coffee, 
And brewed a new pot, 
No longer caring 
That my nerves were shot.

I stared at my notes, 
But my thoughts were muddy, 
My eyes went ablur, 
I just couldn't study. 

"Some pizza might help,"
I said with a shiver, 
But each place I called
Refused to deliver.

I'd nearly concluded 
That life was too cruel, 
With futures depending 
On grades had in school. 

When all of a sudden, 
Our door opened wide, 
And Patron Saint Put It Off 
Ambled inside.

His spirit was careless,
His manner was mellow, 
He started to bellow: 

"What kind of student 
Would make such a fuss, 
To toss back at teachers 
What they tossed at us?" 

"On Cliff Notes! On Crib Notes! 
On last year's exams! 
On Wingit and Slingit, 
And last minute crams!" 

His message delivered, 
He vanished from sight, 
But we heard him laughing 
Outside in the night.

"Your teachers have pegged you, So just do your best.

Happy Finals to All, And to All, a Good Test."

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