‘Twas the night before Christmas (Transy Edition)

‘Twas the night before Christmas, a night cold but sweet, 
Not a creature was stirring, no committee did meet. 
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, 
No one was Zooming, a moment quite rare. 

The first years were nestled all snug in their beds, 
While visions of Winter Term danced in their heads. 
They dreamed of great classes that they soon would take, 
And of all of the “A”s they would certainly make. 

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