'Twas the night before winter break, all through the online sphere, Not a student was typing, no lessons to fear. No iReady tests, no Stride of despair, No markers, no whiteboards, just freedom in the air. Built by pixels, this realm now silent and still, Awaits sweet repose of mornings sans thrill. Students in slumber, dreams vivid and bright, Awake to their screens glowing in winter's soft light. TVs hum softly, controllers in hand, A break from equations and grammar so grand. Yet books by their pillows, stories await, Learning in leisure, no stringent mandate. So rest, young scholars, your spirits awake, A semester anew your minds shall partake. For now, let the magic of warm screens unfold— In this pause, gather tales, both new and bold.