'Twas the end of the semester, when all through the house

Was trash, upon dirt, upon paper about…

The student was hungry for a life without care

In hopes that winter break would soon to be there;

As she had woke up this morning, snuggled in bed,

There was APA, syllabi, and theories in her head!

The student would rather read the blog of shrink rap!

Or go back to bed for a rather very long nap

But soon her fingers were on the keyboard in clatter

She was hoping her writing would point to the matter

She thought of a new thesis in her brain like a flash

And hoped and prayed that MS VISTA would not crash

She struggled with subjects that she just did not know

And feared that the term paper might very well blow

With pencil in hand and spell check quite near

All she can think of is her new lighted reindeer…..