‘Twas the night before the last minute holiday party, when all through the shop
All the staff were a stirring, even the boss;
The linens were hung on the racks with care,
In hopes that our clients soon would be there;
The dishware was nestled all snug in their crates;
With catering menus still up for debate.
And Scott in his golf shirt, and I in my work clothes,
Had just settled our emails and printed out the new packing lists with little woe,
When out in the warehouse there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the warehouse I flew like a flash,
Tore open the washer and threw in the last sash.
The fluorescent lights on the piles of linens to be washed,
Gave a lustre of color to the cement floor below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a quick electric scooter,
With a little six-year old driver so lively with haste,
I knew in a moment he must be young Chase.
More rapid than eagles he zipped right around,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called out the linen orders:
“Now, Coral! now, Emerald! now Eggplant and Navy!
Put them On, Tables! on, Chairs! on, Cruisers and Bars!
To the top of the ladder! hang them at the top of the rafters!
Now wash away! wash away! wash away Grandma!”
As glitter that floats through the still afternoon air,
When we meet with a challenge, we all show we care;
So back through the warehouse little Chase he just flew
With the scooter full of tools, and a little snack too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the back
The ring of the door and the clinking of glass.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the long hallway Scott came with a bound.
He was dressed all in blue, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with grease and soot;
A bundle of laundry he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
The sequins—how they twinkled! The plaids, how merry!
The hampers were so full they could barely be carried!
He piled the laundry as high as his head,
And then started to pack orders yet again.
The orders were filled, one by one, with great care,
And the customers, were never aware;
That the last minute requests were put together on the fly,
As the linen they wanted arrived by Fedex last night.
Scott and I cursed and recounted, the napkins on the shelf,
And I laughed when I saw the huge pile, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a look at the delivery board
Soon gave me the know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled the truck with deliveries; then turned with a jerk,
And loading the last of the chairs and the tables,
And giving a nod, he grabbed the last coffee percolator;
He sprang to the MME truck, to his team he gave a whistle,
And away they all went back to the irons and dryers.
But I heard him exclaim, over the roar of the truck, as he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and we’ll be there for the pickup tonight!”
From our family to yours, happy holidays!!