Twas the night before finals
And all through the dorm
Lights could be seen twinkling; this was far from the norm
Textbooks were scattered all over the rooms
In hopes that ideas for papers soon would abloom
Judson girls were crouched over laptops, not warm in their beds
But visions of sleep still danced in their heads
My roommate with coffee, and I with my Redbull
Had just been rekindled, and escaped from sleep’s lull
Then out from the hallway, we heard such a noise!
Whose are those deep voices, could it be boys!
Out of the doorway, like Sandra Fowler we flew
If only she were here, we’d know what to do
There couldn’t be boys!
Not at this all-girls’ school
Any man to step foot on the premises must be a fool
With ninja-like skills we snuck down the hall
Pausing along the way, so he wouldn’t see us at all
When, to our sleep-deprived eyes, what should appear?
But the ghost of Christmas to Come, with information about our future careers!
He held file after file showcasing lives to come
Even I’ll admit, he had no system…the files were all random
But he told us his name and asked us to wait
Our study guides were still waiting, but this was our future, and we took the bait
He flipped through his papers, so quickly they came
All he had to do was call each of our names
“Let’s see, here’s Bethany, and Holly Beth too!
Audra, and Kezia…we’ve got the whole crew!”
We were enthralled by his magic
But the precious time we were losing still seemed most tragic
Then as dry leaves before the hurricane fly
The Christmas ghost threw the files up in to the sky
And down to the floor the folders, they flew
With bonus materials about what to study for finals too!
And then, with jingling, we heard sounds of hope
The Christmas ghost gave us advice on how to cope
So we drew in our heads, we turned right around
He opened his mouth, but without any sound
He picked up his papers and put them away
“But what about the advice,” we said, “We need you to stay!”
He filled up our backpacks, for every exam, he gave us a book
He didn’t need to speak; this was all that it took
His eyes, they did sparkle, he looked so merry
But we didn’t share his joy…finals are scary!
He handed over the bags like a wonderful gift
But the package was so heavy that we needed a lift
The nice ghost carried the packages to our rooms
Knowing that with the right materials we’d be studying soon
So we got back to studying, with new motivation
We set up our books and computers, and we each had a station
With a wink of his eye, and a twist of his head
This jolly man assured us we had nothing to dread
We didn’t even speak for the rest of the night, but went straight to our work
The Christmas ghost smiled, then left with a jerk
He waved goodbye, and he wished us good luck
And reminded us to keep studying, even if we get stuck
But I heard him exclaim, as he drifted out of sight,
"Happy Finals to all, and to all a good-night."