T’was the night before Christmas, when all through the site, 
not a worker was working, it was Christmas Eve night. 

Scott had stacked the beams by the Jobsite with care, 
in hopes that the subs would soon be there.

Dirk was all nestled and snug in his bed, 
while visions of change orders danced in his heads.

Karl, Jim, and Mark all fell asleep on their couch,
Their biotech Client had worn them flat out.

And David in his vest, and Ralph in his shirt, 
were calming their brains from a days’ worth of work.

Lee began to burrow with a whiskey neat,
And dozed off by the cozy fireplace heat.

LaToya still revising and editing a legal doc,
Shut off her computer after finally looking at the clock.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, 
Gregg sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window he flew like a flash, 
tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

He flung up the glass to see the damnation,
But only saw Kirby writing a safety violation.

He shook his head, this cannot be real,
Do I have Covid, have I gone ill?

A couple hours later, Jeremy arose was a leap,
kids on Christmas morning were more fun than sleep!

Corey put on his boots and checked his app for snow, 
an email there instead saying todays delivery was slow.

He texted Michelle as she was finishing her breakfast plate,
CAT will not be pleased, as their shipment will be late.

She emailed Don to give him a heads up,
It was Christmas morning and there would be no back up.

She started feeling blue, when what quickly appeared, 
But a big red sleigh and eight mighty reindeer.

Was that John Crawford driving so lively and quick, 
Michelle thought for a moment, was he St. Nick?

Then more rapid than jackhammers, quicker than a flame, 
Josh heard Santa shout and call the reindeer by name!

“Now, Crow-bar! now, Wrench! now Nail-gun and Hammer! 
On, Pick-axe, on, Bolster, on, Ladder and Rammer!

To the top of the roof! to the top of the wall! 
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

Steve jolted out of bed as he heard noises from the roof, 
The prancing and pawing of a reindeer hoof?

Chris put on his glasses to take a quick look, 
making sure it wasn’t a robber or crook.

There Santa was, safety goggles and a vest, 
and his clothes were all tarnished with soot on his chest.

A bundle of tools he had flung on his back, 
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

He had steel-toed boots to protect both his feet, 
And the beard on his chin was as grey as concrete.

His hard hat he wore in a manner quite bold, 
And across it were stickers from projects of old.

Around the corner Wiley heard Santa’s laughter,
He flung open his door to see the old bastard.

A wink of his eye and a nod of his head, 
Soon let him know he had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, 
He filled up a Connex; then turned with a jerk.

He sprang to his sleigh, and then gave McCoy a shout, 
And away the reindeer flew – up, over, and out!

But before they were gone, Ashley heard from the skies-
Merry Christmas to all employees at IMI!