'Twas the night before finals and all through the dorm,

Not a student was stirring, their bodies were worn;

The textbooks were open and pages askew,

In hopes that their papers were not really due;

The students weren’t nestled all snug in their beds,

‘Cause visions of failure were stuck in their heads;

And dressed in our sweats and quite sleep deprived,

We studied and studied, we tried and we tried;

When outside the hall, there arose such a clatter,

We sprang from our desks to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Joined by my roommates, who were about to crash.

Outside the window, among falling snow,

The smokers were smoking in the quad below.

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But drunken frat boys with a keg full of beer.

With a smile on my face and a look to my right,

I knew in a moment it was the Greek life.

My roommate and I locked eyes and we said,

All of the thoughts that were filling our heads:

“Forget finals! Forget papers! No more studying for me!

Forget exams! It’s Christmas! I want to be free!

So let’s go! Let’s have fun! We’ll all have a ball!

Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

So we grabbed what we could, and got changed in a jiff,

Ignoring our finals because of Saint Nick.

With bottle in hand, Santa hat on our head,

We don’t even care that we should be in bed.

And now that I think about it, it’s a bit bizarre,

I don’t know what the principles of financial accounting are.

And although my exam is coming in hot,

I think I’ll just take another 3 shots.

It’s 2 in the morning and we’re losing our heads,

So I gather my friends so we can all go to bed.

The next morning I wake, feeling incredibly bad,

And I wing my finals, I’m not even mad.

“Who cares if I fail!” I exclaim, packing my bags.

“I’m going home for Christmas!” I constantly brag.

I smile again, driving out of sight,

“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

Based on the poem "A Visit From St. Nicholas" by Clement Clarke Moore.