'Twas the night after finals

  • 'Twas the Night after FinalsInterim Vice President for Student Affairs Ginger Ambler read her version of "'Twas the Night After Finals" during the Yule Log celebration Dec. 13.

    Photo by Stephen Salpukas.

    'Twas the Night after Finals

During the Yule Log Ceremony Dec. 13, Interim Vice President for Student Affairs Ginger Ambler read her very first rendition of “’Twas the Night After Finals,” a tradition set in place by her predecessor Sam Sadler. The long, rhyming poem is updated each year to reflect current events at the College. The text of Ambler's version of the poem is below. - Ed.

 

‘Twas the night after finals,

And all through the college

Not a creature was stirring.

They were too stuffed with knowledge.

The blue books were hung

On the dorm walls with care

In hopes that good grades

Would soon appear there.

Bills and Marys were nestled

All snug in their beds,

While dreams of aced finals

Danced round in their heads.

The delis and Green Leafe

Had shut down their taps,

And we’d all settled in

For our well-deserved naps.

When out on Wren Lawn

There arose such a clatter

I sprang from my bed

To see what was the matter.

A thunderous noise

Had interrupted my dream

Was it a cappella singers?

Or this fall’s primal scream?

Away to the window

I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters

And threw up the sash.

I heard frolicking sounds

As young folks skipped along

Proclaiming with glee

“The smell in Tucker is gone!”

The laughter and joy

Was a sound to behold,

But alas, not for long –

The smell’s back so I’m told.

With the moon shining bright

On our campus that night

‘Twas a place of such beauty

I paused for the sight.

And yet we now know

It will be better yet

With a gift of $6 million

A new career center we’ll get.

Then down Richmond Road

A van fleet did appear

‘Twas that fine student crew

Giving rides though Steer Clear

With an army of drivers

So many in sight

I was reminded – oh, yes –

This was a Mug Night!

Then, what to my wondering

Eyes should appear

But a ramshackle sleigh

And eight tiny reindeer

(The economy’s downturn

And state budget skimming

Means Santa’s made do 

With few newer trimmings!)

With a little old driver

In a new suit-to-fit

Why, he sounded like Reveley

With that succulent wit.

More rapid than streakers

Those reindeer they came,

And he whistled and shouted

And called them  by name:

“Now Basketball,  now SOMOS,

Now Baseball, now IR.

on Democrats, on Republicans

on P-Mex and Choir.

He circled and circled,

His brow creased with dismay –

Is there really no parking place

For this Tribe sleigh?!

But it didn’t take long

For a smile to appear

As Saint Nick gave some thought

To the fall of this year.

With its great football season –

Our team really rocks!

And the pride they’ve inspired’s

Too big for a box!

Tribe’s registered voters

In record-high number

Made this year’s election

One all will remember

“Yes We Can,” “Country First,”

Joes Plummer and Six-Pack

Civic Engagement here’s awesome

You all have that knack.

So up to the roof tops

His coursers they flew

After stopping at Wawa

For a Red Bull or two.

First to Mason’s new cupola

Then to Swem he did call

For quiet on the 3rd floor

No flip flops at all!

‘Twas the place to which 

studious students had run

all semester with laptops

and G-chat for fun.

But then, in a twinkling

I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of

Each little hoof.

As I drew in my head

And was turning around

Down the chimney

Saint Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed not in fur.

But wore green and gold.

It seems that Tribe Pride

Had reached the North Pole.

A bundle of gifts he flung

Down from his sleigh

So he looked like a tourist

On Prime Outlet sale day.

His eyes how they twinkled

And sparkled with glee

As he read “Sadler Center”

On new signs at UC.

He smiled for our students,

The finest around,

Who learn as they serve

From the ‘Burg to Cape Town.

And an anniversary grand

Don’t you know it, my dears?

Tribe women have been here

For now 90 years!

Saint Nick thought a lot

About his gifts for the year.

He pondered, then knew

What we needed to hear.

He made a great banner

And placed it on Blow

“This is the best college

Where any could go!”

He spoke not a word

But went door to door

Leaving job offers for seniors

And grad admits by the score.

Then, laying a finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod,

Up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh

To his team gave a yell

And away they all flew

Like the ducks on Crim Dell.

But we heard him exclaim,

As that sleigh flew away

“You’re the BEST, William and Mary,

You each get an ‘A’!”

Happy Holidays!