'Twas the Week Before Christmas Break...

'Twas the week before Christmas break, and all through the day

Not a plan was to be written, not a word to say

The worksheets were printed and placed on the desks with care

In hopes that no grades would cause any despair

The children would be excited and crazy as can be

While a test will be given, in fact there'll be three

And teacher in her Christmas sweater and hat

Would try to get through it without needing a bat

Out in the hallways will be noise and a huge clatter

Of children all brimming with excitement and chatter

Away to the doorway I'll fly like a flash

And I'll share and complain about my lack of cash

My teacher friends and I will be hiding a glow

Of our excitement about the break, without letting the kids know

For all that we want our wondering ears to hear

The last bell to ring of this current school year

While the kids all dream of the visit from St. Nick

The teachers think some sleep will just do the trick

More rapid than eagles the time needs to fly

For these next three days, to hurry and go by

"Now Caleb, stop talking! Billy what on earth is the matter?

No, Damian, I don't plan on getting any fatter.

 Don't forget your backpacks from the wall

Now get out of here..go...there's no more school!"

Before I can get to that wonderful dismissal

I have to contain a room full of missels

They'll fly around the room like wild leaves, alright

And again I'll yell for them to get to their desks and sit tight

And then, in a twinkling, I'll hear through the 'com

That the Christmas concert must go on

As I withdraw my head from banging the wall

I'll put on a Christmas movie and settle them all

I'll be dressed all in glitter and crumbs from my head to my feet

After the Christmas party, and getting to eat

A bundle of goodies I'll break out from my desk

And let the kids open them and take care of the rest

Their eyes won't twinkle, nor will they be very merry

When they discover there's nothing wrapped to fill their bellies

I'll arrange my mouth to look like a bow

When I tell them to be grateful, even just for show

The stump of a pencil I'll hold in my teeth

While I explain the purpose for making a cute little wreath

They'll trace around their hands with finesse and care

Then chop off a drawn finger, and tape will be there

 I'll think about how much I look like a jolly old elf

And that weight loss must come, I'll think to myself

Not something to wonder at this time of year

Just make it through these last days, the end is so near

 I'll speak not a word as the last minute gets close

I'll just hold my breath, just the last little dose

As waiting and counting the last seconds down

And giving a nod, as the bell starts to sound

I'll run to my car with a scream and a cheer

The day that I thought wouldn't come is finally HERE!

But I'll say to myself as I drive out of sight

Have a wonderful Christmas, my loves, and get plenty of sleep at night!

And I wrote this myself!!!  Property of Joanna - 12/16/12