A teacher sat staring, exhausted, at her spouse.
Her work clothes were hung in a closet without care,
In hopes that just sweatpants for two weeks she’d wear.
The children were all sent home with knowledge well-fed,
While worries about final grades danced in their heads.
And me in my sweatpants, my grading pen I capped.
And settled my brain in for its vacation nap.
When suddenly from the phone arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to my Android I flew like a flash,
The tea I’d been drinking hit the ground with a crash.
The screen of my phone with its ever-shining glow,
A whole world of worry in front of me did show.
For what to my terrified eyes should appear,
A list of school emails whose contents caused fear.
Those notifications, so loud and so quick!
I felt in a moment that I might be sick.
More rapid than eagles those emails they came.
They dinged and they binged and they shouted my name.
“Hey teacher! Hey you there! Hey Missus! Hey Miss!
I have a paper, a late work, a somethings-amiss!
You must change my grade, you must change it now!
If you don’t I’ll be grounded and my parents will scowl!”
And thus in a twinkling, incontrovertible proof,
That exasperation is created by a teacher’s dear youth.
My head in my hands, I sat the phone on the table,
A whole break of begging? Would I be able?
‘Twas then that I saw the solution before me –
Keeping my sanity would require ignoring.
I unlinked my email and smiled with glee.
That pleading and begging…good luck finding me!
My eyes how they twinkled! My dimples how merry!
To work-proof the whole house! I flew like a fairy!
I hid all the textbooks, tossed my pens in the trash.
No papers! No lesson plans! Down the hallway I dashed!
And once I had finished my work-proofing spree,
I settled on my couch, quite happy and free.
I poured a glass of wine, so smooth and so red.
“No more work for me,” so gleefully I said.
Then I spoke not a word, though my face held a smirk.
This winter vacation, my goodness, what a perk!
And laying my finger aside of my nose,
The peace of no worries for vacation I chose.
To teachers near and far, a wink and a whistle.
May your break be merry, a stress-free dismissal.
I raised my glass in a toast, the wine faded from sight.
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!