The night before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the warehouse,
Not a forklift was stirring, not even a (computer) mouse.
The stockings were hung by the saws with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
Mike and Mark were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And CC in her ‘kerchief, and Richard in his cap,
Had just settled their brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Richard sprang from the bed to see what was the matter (not another fall down the stairs???)
And away to the window Sam flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the Broder lorry, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Tarrick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
“Now Doreen! now, Fi! now, Muriel and Andy!
On, Heather! On, Paul! on, on Maria and Danny!
To the top of the yard! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
……….. (With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore)
Merry Christmas everyone!
The Broder Blogger