Twas the night before Christmas, in the halls of 4Front, Where Human Resources ran through each front, Tom G. and Ken, with dreams that align, Gathered with Chris, Hope, by conference line. Dana and Heather, with Kristin in tow, Reviewed culture and growth, watched morale flow. Tom B. stood by the guardian's light, Ensuring the team's path was rightly in sight. Zieggy, the thinker, brought Armstrong's elite, Guided the discourse to melodic beat. Among winter whispers, disciplinary woes, Faded like footprints in the softening snows. The hearts of the team, in unity's grasp, Bound by the hope they purposefully clasp, Together they cherished an indelible mark— A future that glows with enthusiasm's spark.