It’s the final stretch to Christmas break,
And the bones of every teacher ache.
From marking essays, they’ve gone half-blind,
While keeping 30 kids in line.
Their patience? Thin. Their energy? Gone.
They’ve watched Hook and Flubber just to hang on.
“Let’s put on a movie!” the last saving grace—
One more worksheet and they’ll vanish without a trace.
The Nativity's coming, the Christmas play’s near,
Kids dressed as donkeys and sheep bring no cheer.
One angel’s crying, one shepherd’s gone rogue,
It’s a chaos that only a teacher can know.
Yet visions of rest start to float in their heads,
Of sleeping for hours in warm, cosy beds.
They dream of desserts stacked high on a plate,
Of lounging and feasting in full festive state.
No essays, no marking, no lessons to prepare;
No glue sticks or crayons misplaced who knows where;
Just silence and slumber, that sweet, peaceful state,
Where they’re finally the ones staying up late.
So here’s to the teachers, their spirits still bright,
Through glitter and chaos, they’ve held on tight.
Soon they’ll be back, for their students so dear,
(But let’s pray they don’t see any until the new year!)
