Finals week may be over for you quarter system folk, but it just beginning for us on the semester system. In an attempt to further procrastinate from my studying--and to hopefully help you procrastinate from yours--I have complied a few of my favorite Christmas Songs. However, these aren't any ordinary Christmas songs. They have been transformed to capture the spirit that is Dead Week. Enjoy!

Rockin' Around the Lib-rar-y (Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree):

Rockin' around the Lib-rar-y

at the Finals studying hop

Students and notes where you can see

Only coffee warrants a stop

Rockin' around the Lib-rar-y

Let the Finals spirit ring

Later we'll have some tests to take

and we'll do some guessing

You will get a overwhelming feeling

When you see, questions saying

Palms get balmy, “Who wrote the Praise of Folly"

Rockin' around the Lib-rar-y

Have a happy doomsday

Everyone studyin' wearily

From day, to day, to day

You will get a devastating feeling

When you see, questions asking...

Palms are balmy; “Who the F!$* is Walter Raleghi?"

Rockin' around the Lib-rar-y

Have a happy Sunday

Everyone's crying silently

‘Cause Finals are a day away

Winter Undergrads (Winter Wonderland):

Don’t know a thing, are you listening

In the class, kids are suffering

A usual sight, we're up late tonight

Crying with a bunch of undergrads

Gone away is the old word

Here to stay is a new word

He revises it wrong, as we go along

Studying with a bunch of undergrads

In the library we can build a game plan

And pretend that it won’t make us frown

Teach’ll say, "Are you guys all ready?"

We'll say, "No man"

Cause I can’t do the job, when you're around

Later on, we'll conspire

As we dream by the fire

To face unafraid, the finals that remain

Lying with a bunch of undergrads

Don’t know a thing, are you listening

In the class, kids are sufferin’

A usual sight, we're up late tonight

Crying with a bunch of undergrads

Gone away are the theorems

Here to stay are its victims

He factors it wrong, as we go along

Studying with a bunch of undergrads

In the library, lookin’ like a madman

Pretending that we won’t meltdown

We’ll have lots of trips to the coffeeman

Yes, until all the kids wear him down

And later on, we'll conspire

As we dream by the fire

To face unafraid, the finals that remain

Studying with a bunch of undergrads

Crying with a bunch of undergrads

Here Comes Dead Week (Here Comes Santa Claus):

Here comes dead week, here comes dead week

Right down University lane

Biology, English, all his courses

Pulling on the reins

We are trying, children sighing

All is scary and quiet

Hang your backpack and say a prayer

'Cause Dead Week comes tonight

Here comes Dead week, here comes Dead week

Riding down University lane

We’ve got a week that's filled with finals

For everyone again

We Hear the break bells jingle jangle

What a beautiful sight

But an awful week we have to go

Because Dead week comes tonight

Here comes Dead week, here comes dead week

Right down university lane

Finals don’t care if you're rich or poor

They stress you just the same

Teachers knows that we're only human

But That doesn’t change a thing

Fill your bags with coffee and notebooks

'Cause Dead week comes tonight

Well, here comes Dead week, here comes Dead week

Riding down University lane

They’ll come around even when the children cry out

It can’t be dead week again

No Peace on earth will come to all

As the students shiver in fright

Let's curse the university above

'Cause Dead week comes tonight

'Cause Dead week comes tonight

I Don't Know (Let it Snow):

Oh the next few weeks are frightful

But the break is so delightful

And since we've four finals to go

To the library I go, I go, I go

It doesn't show signs of stopping

And I've got some Tears for mopping

The pressure’s turned way up high,

I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die

When we finally get the test

How I hate going out with a fail

Even if I tried my best

All the way home I will wail

I am slowly dying

And my dear we've still got days of crying

As long as you procrastinate so

you won’t know, you won’t know, you won’t know

Oh, it doesn't show signs of stopping

And I've brought some papers for writing

and the energy’s way down low

I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know

I may be home for Christmas (I’ll be home for Christmas):

I may be home for Christmas

If Hell week doesn’t take me

Please have snow and mistletoe

And a month of being carefree

Finals week will find me

Where the tests cause no screams

I'll be okay for Finals

Only in my dreams

I may be home for Christmas

If Hell week doesn’t take me

Please have snow and mistletoe

And a month of being carefree

Final’s week will find me

Where the stress is not extreme

I’ll be okay for Finals

Only in a dream