Finals Week at Holy Cross...

Credit to our Holy Cross co-chairs of the class of 2oo7.

Twas the middle of Finals Week, when all through the Class,
Not a student was stirring, not even at the 10 PM Mass.
The purple stockings were hung along Easy Street with care,
In the hopes that vacation would soon be there.

The studious were gathered all studying in their beds,
While visions of straight-A's danced in their heads.
And Midnight Breakfast was hopping, the crowd two hundred strong,
While I knew that my paper would be due in not too long.

When out on the Quad there arose a loud clatter,
I jumped from the keyboard to see what was the matter.
Away to the Carlin bridge I flew like a bat,
Buttoned by jacket and put on my hat.

I tried not to slip on the freshly fallen snow,
Yet my mind was drawn to something. What? I did not know.
When I looked before me, I was immediately wowed.
I saw a glistening tree, and a merry HC crowd.


The group was huddled around the O'Kane clock tower.
I looked around; not one face was dour.
Hot chocolate was flowing; Holiday cookies one could not miss.
Wait a minute...Is that Kimball's very own "Sis?"

The Marching Band was playing; voices were singing.
I couldn't believe it; my ears were ringing.
While a little bit bare, the tree was still cheery,
Suddenly I didn't feel at all weary.

Professors and Chaplains all joined in on the fun.
The Deans were present too, as was Fr. McFarland.
Coaches and Trainers, TAs and Staff,
Everyone started to smile and laugh.

In the middle of Finals and instant sleep loss,
The season's true meaning had come to Holy Cross.
Despite all the stress and the angst and the fear,
It was nice to know that Christmas was here.

Though we may be removed from snowy Mt. St. James,
Please know that HC's traditions remain just the same.
If you ever get sad or feel kind of blue,
Remember: The Class of '07 will always be a part of Holy Cross, too.