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'twas the last day of school and
all thru the halls
fairly few cherubs were stirring~
we wouldn't see them 'til Fall
Most students were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of pool-time danced in their heads
And I in my classroom, still packing up crap
had just settled my thoughts on a long Summer’s nap
When on out in the lot there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The sun on the lot where once there had been snow
Gave the lustre of desert to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a horde full of cherubs, with eyes oh, so clear.
They screamed and they cackled, with voices so quick
I knew in a moment it wasn't St Nick.
More rapid than eagles down the hall they came,
And they whistled, and shouted, and called me by name
"Now, Mrs. Scribe! Our teacher! Our parents so lame,
have sent us today because we need to claim
our grades for the year, now please don't be too slow,
for we have things to do, and get ready to go!"
I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,
doling out A's, and some B's & a D to one jerk.
Some giggled and thanked me with bounty quite nice;
I'll be using those Starbucks cards in more than a trice.
I turned on my screen, to read them their grades
(In the electronic era, so many technological aids
And I heard them exclaim, as they drove out of sight,
"Have a great one, y'all, and to all a good night! "
With apologies to Clement Moore, who penned the original in 1823.