‘Twas the Night before Christmas when all through the agency,
Nobody was stirring, not even Mizz Cookerly.
The proposals were stacked by the front desk with care,
In hopes that new clients would soon stand right there.
Staff members were at home all snug in their beds,
While visions of bowl games danced in their heads.
With Candace in her ‘kerchief, and Jane in her cap,
Just settled down from a new client flap.
When out near the lobby arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my office to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, I flew like a flash,
I pulled up the blinds and threw off the sash.
The moon shone brightly on the new fallen snow,
Gave luster of midday to objects below.
But, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
Than Amy and Ada with Chex Mix and beer!
Come into the office I yelled with great cheer,
I’ll call Mike and Cory and get them right here.
Get Debbie, get Brittney and call Sarah too,
They’ll want to join in our little impromptu ado.
Beth and Matt and, and oh yes, Carol Mac,
Give ‘em holler, get ‘em out of the sack.
Come to the office, no matter how windy,
We’re gonna have fun so call Lil’Cindy.
Don’t forget Lindsay, nor Katie nor Chris,
Mistletoe awaits and one might get a kiss.
They drank of the cheer and ate all the snacks
Shouldn’t drive after drinking, and those are the facts.
But we can’t stay too long as it is Christmas Eve,
But ready or not, it’s now time to leave.
The good news is; from the lands that are hinter,
Santa just landed at Alliance Center,
Saint Nick says he will take us by sleigh,
To our far flung destinations by midnight this day.
So we load in the back all set for the ride,
With huge bags of toys sitting right by our side.
“Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen!
Off the parking deck and over the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
So up over Buckhead we rapidly flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and the whole staff too.
Up front was Carol who was talking some jive,
Telling Santa where to go, and just how to drive.
To each home he took us with great feeling and care,
And flew off himself into the frigid night air.
And away Santa flew like the down of a thistle.
Singing a song and whistling a whistle.
Thank you Saint Nick for a fabulous ride,
And returning us home where we’re safely inside.
And to close this out, it’s not rocket science,
Thanks to our clients for being our clients.
For without you, there’s no need for us,
We’d have to pack it in and get on the bus.
So from us to you, may your Christmas be Heaven,
And best wishes for your two-thousand eleven!
