'Twas the Tuesday of the work week, and all through the office
Not a creature was stirring, not even a faculty member.
The files were hung in the file drawers with care,
In hopes that I would soon get the files there.
I was nestled all snug in my desk and wishing it were my bed
While visions of a new digital camera danced in my head.
Mike in his flannel shirt and I in my crocheted cap,
Were wishing we could settle down for a long winter's nap.
And so on and so forth.