Twas the week of Penultimate,
When all the students stressed about exams,
Not a student was sleeping, for they still had to cram.
Crying in their dorms about the new holiday changes
And hoping that their grades would stay in the same ranges.
The teachers regretted cancelling the man dressed in red,
While visions of sad students danced in their heads,
And hoping not to ruin students’ holiday cheer even more,
They declared that all finals would be no more.
