By Kelly Fox
‘Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the stores
The business was stirring, even selling new doors;
The 2x4s Mike, Mike, Mike, and Mike lifted into the rack with great care,
In hopes that a new unit would soon be there;
The salesmen were nestled all deep in their plans;
With visions of I joists and their 40’ spans;
And Anthony with his square, and Deese with a strap ,
Had just settled down for a thorough plan recap,
When out on the truck there arose such a clatter,
John sprang from the chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window Dave D flew like a flash,
Andrew had narrowly missed such a mighty crash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen trees,
Gave the luster of trucks all loaded with glee,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Paul riding a bright new Vermeer,
With Shalaina also driving, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be a trick.
More rapid than Skylar his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, Ron! now, Ian! now, Jeff and Terry!
On, Ruby! on Kevin! on, Lynn and Karie!
To the front of the store! to the top of the hall!
Now work away! work away! work away all!”
As Stan loads up before the rooftops can fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, they mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the boom truck full of roofing, and Danny too-
And then, in a twinkling, Daniel heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of Kurt’s little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the elevator the next bundle came with a bound.
Dakota was dressed all in camo, from his head to his foot,
And Kenny’s clothes were all tarnished with tears and black soot;
A bundle of shakes Ricky had flung on his back,
And Christopher looked like a roofer creating a new stack.
Lynnea’s eyes — how they twinkled! Jakt’s dimples how merry!
Phil’s cheeks were like roses, Greg’s nose like a cherry!
Josh’s droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on DPO’s chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe Chan held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled Stephen’s head like a wreath;
Rod had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when Rebecca laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
Ryken was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw Cody, in spite of myself;
A wink of Denise’s eye and a twist of Becky’s head,
Soon let Stephanie know she had nothing to dread;
Dave R. spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the rentals; then turned with a jerk,
And laying Nick’s finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney David B. rose;
Jennifer sprang to her sleigh, Tony to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard Kelly exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
“MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!”