Twas the night before winter break was over, and all through my house,
Not a lesson plan was done, didn’t even touch my computer mouse.
The stockings were put away in their boxes with care,
In hopes that snow would soon fly through the air.
The children were snacking on sugar in their beds,
While all the math that I taught them flew from their heads.
Their mothers glad to get rid of them, and I feel like crap,
Wishing I could continue my winter break naps.
