The final stretch before the holidays is always a blur. With the clock ticking down, it’s hard not to daydream about the freedom that’s just around the corner. Read my full poem below, a different take on “Twas the Night Before Christmas”:

Twas The Night Before Holidays

Twas the night before the last day of work, and all through the place,
Not a task was unfinished, not a deadline to chase.
The emails were queued in the inbox with care,
In hopes that tomorrow, none would be there.

The workers were nestled all snug at their desks,
While visions of holidays freed them from stress.
And I in my summer dress, and you in your tee,
Knew the end was so near, it was hard not to flee.

When out on the street, there arose such a clatter,
It was just the sound of a phone call that didn’t matter!
I sprang from my seat to shut down my screen,
And knew in a moment: it’s time for the dream!

The office was silent, the work almost done,
Tomorrow’s the day that the holidays come.
So here’s to the eve of our last work-filled night,
Happy last day tomorrow—and to all, a good night! ✨🎉