Tuesday, December 25, 2007
3GStore Spin off of ‘Twas the night before Christmas!
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through 3gstore
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The boxes were stacked by the door with care,
In hopes that St. FedEx soon would be there;
The employees were nestled all snug in their desks,
While visions of PHS 300’s danced in their heads;
And Lynn in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a short winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a big white truck,
With a driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. FedEx.
More rapid than eagles 3gstore employees came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, MaryCarol! now, Bob! now, Lynn and Kay!
On, Mike! on Julia! on, Alex and Victor!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
So up to the warehouse door the employees flew,
With the sleigh full of PHS 300’s, and St. FedEx too.
Up to the door St. FedEx came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all purple and black;
A bundle of PHS 300’s he had flung on his back,
And he looked at his watch it was 2 O'Clock
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread our customers will be able to receive the PHS 300 before christmas;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all of the warehouse; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, while walking out the door;
He sprang to his truck, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all drove like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
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