‘Twas the Night Before Exams

‘Twas the night before finals and I had just finished crying because finals were upon me and I had just stopped trying.

I was sure I would fail and there was nothing I could do- “Should I drop out?” I thought,”Should I just fake the flu?”

My options were dwindling and so was my heart. All I could do is wait for a Christmas miracle to come play its part.

I hadn’t believed in Santa in many, many years- I’d seen all the movies, I’d lost all my cheer.

So I opened my window and with a harrowing cry I said,”Santa come help me, I’m generally a nice guy!”

I was wasting my time, I’d fail all my tests- I’ve done all my studying, I’ll just try my best.

As I was sleeping, I heard a great sigh, which startled me and made me open an eye.

I looked out my window to my snow covered lawn-and saw a big red sleigh with 86 fawns.

Then I saw Santa, in his red spandex suit. He was drenched in tears from his head to his boot.

He was waking my parents with his big loud cry, so I went outside to go ask him why.

When he saw me approaching, he blew his cold nose and wiped his cheek that was red as a rose.

I asked him his troubles and he said with a frown, “I’m sorry for the mess, I look like a clown.”

”Christmas is upon us and that’s why there’s tears. I miss all the gladness, I miss all the cheer.”

“All you all do is ask and want and take-and even when you do give, I know you all are fake.”

“Maybe if you were genuine and loved each other more- you’d have a better understanding of what Christmas is really for.”

“You called for me to help you on some silly little test-when bigger problems hit those who aren’t at their best.”

“He asked me if I understood and I nodded to him assuring, even though I wasn’t listening; he was really quite boring.

He got down and left with his oversized flock and it was just then that I noticed my watch.

It was almost eight, I’d run out of time-so I went to my school feeling not-so-sublime.

As I sat down feeling not very smart, I felt a tiny growth inside my tiny heart.

Christmas is for giving and helping others. It’s about your families, friends, sisters, and brothers.

So even though I bombed and failed all my classes, all I could think of was the big guy in glasses.

If there’s one thing he taught me, it’s that you don’t need to be smart because life is only full if you’re rich in your heart.