Shaw Christmas 1993
 
Twas the day before Christmas,
and all through the shop,
we were walking around talking
not doing our jobs.
The Shaw’s were all aggravated,
bent out of control.
To complete Oracle by New Years
was the ultimate goal.

Wes with his cookies
and Frank's peppermints
were all that concerned us
while we dreamed of our checks.
Up with the elevator
came Robert with rage.
We all scattered quickly,
got back in our place.

Robert glanced around thoughtfully
then stormed back to his chair.
Within minutes, like thunder,
was Betty's voice on the air.

'No employee will receive a bonus,
not one little dime,
if we don't get this job out
and delivered on time.'

With somber determination
we turned to the work,
thinking Robert's a scrooge,
a mean, miserly jerk.
But just like he promised
when noontime rolled around,
Pat's voice on the air
said, 'Let's shut her down!'

Robert passed out the checks,
then with a smile on his face
said, 'Have a nice Christmas,
and we'll see you Monday!'

12-23-93

By ArtisticPoet48

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