Twas the night before Christmas, the workday was done, In places like Denver, where snow had begun. Ziegenfelder dreams danced in the cold, icy air, Chino and Lockhart were quietly there. Wheeling lay nestled in blankets of white, Where Pops filled the freezers with frost under light. HR kept the spirits warm, merry, and bright, As Quality Assurance checked cookies by sight. In Maintenance, wrenches chimed Christmas delight, Finance tallied numbers, both wary and tight. Safety drew plans on a snow-sprinkled chart, While Engineering crafted with industry and heart. Around every corner, the Tribe Members gleam, A family united by one common dream. Together they build, in snow’s gentle glow, Their love is the spirit that dances like snow.