'Twas the night before Christmas, when all around the shop floor;
All employees were working to try to produce more.
Their hands were really flying with screwdrivers and pliers,
They were working so fast I expected some fires!
Yes things were really humming, the last push of the season
It bordered on crazy with no rhyme or reason;
So I turned back to my desk, paperwork to be done
And tackled that stack, though it hardly was fun;
When out in the plant there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my work to see what was the matter.
Away down the stairs I flew like a flash,
Flung open the doors, and saw the big crash.
Our products were scattered all over the ground,
And horrified faces were all gathered 'round;
When, what should appear as if sprung from the shelves,
But a man in bright red and some quick little elves.
He gave out his orders, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than lightning his workers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now! Driver, now! Welder, now! Tester and Blaster,
"On! Painter, on! Cleaner, clean up this disaster.
His eyes - how they twinkled as they flashed 'round the scene.
This was not the first calamity that he'd ever seen!
His droll little mouth sent orders around,
And his team leapt to work with hardly a sound;
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I rolled up my sleeves in spite of myself;
We all worked together and made the mess right
I swear there was magic at work there that night.
We had never quite seen such orderly work,
And soon we were done and then he turned with a jerk,
With high fives and fist bumps to mark the completion
Somehow we had managed to finish the season.
He sprung out the door, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
With joy we exclaimed, ere he drove out of sight -
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.