'Twas the week before Christmas, when all the the shop
Everything was buzzing, especially the chop;
The stockings were hung by the paint cans with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The carpenters were nestled all snug in their beds,
While painters grew weiry instead;
And Dusty in her blacks and Lee in his hat,
Had just settled in to talk with Will and Matt,
When out on the floor there arose such a painter,
Geni lifts sprang to life with banter.
Away to the lunch break we flew in a flash,
To gobble up the bar-b-que and mash.
The spray paint on the wallpaper
made the whole place look dapper,
When, what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But another truck, and loads of steel.
With a master carpenter, so lively and quick,
they knew in a moment that it must be Rick.
More rapid than eagles Brian builds flats
While Neil and Shanley sit and talk of cats.
"Now Andrew! Now Christopher! Now Brian and Grant!
Come on Matt! Come on Will! And don't say you can't!
To the top of the platforms! To the top of the deck!
Now push it! Pull it! Such a pain in the neck!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mout to the sky,
So up on the deck-top the welder did sit
With railings and santa's hat for a bit.
And then, in a twinkling, I saw on the flat
The painting and texturing, Emily did that.
As paint got on me, I turned around,
Down the staircase Tim came with a bound.
He was dressed all in orange, from his head to his foot,
I noticed a lack of the steel toe on the boot.
A bundle of not-a-checks he had in his hand,
of which we all did demand.
Our eyes -- how they twinkled! We wre all merry!
Now we could buy food, like an apple or cherry!
Will's little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And then his butt crack he did show;
The stump of cigs the opps held in their teeth,
And the smoke encircled the break room like a wreath;
After Blue Burrito we all had a little round belly,
That shook, painfully, like a bowlful of jelly.
Chris kept the holiday cheer up with something phat,
By dawning an Okie style Santa cowboy hat.
In the wink of an eye, and a twist of the head,
Soon I knew I had nothing to dread;
I spoke not a word, but went straight to my glaizing,
and painted planks with cheer that was amazing,
And laying aside my brush and my pallat,
I ran upstairs to see who won the auction ballot.
Rick spring to horn, to give his team the whistle,
And away we all flew like the down of a thistle.
And I heard all exclaim, as they drove out of sight
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
