T'was the night before Wardsmas, in the union halls bright, Where the IBEW gathered, a gleaming of light. Phil Toth stood with pride, his heart brave and true, Back to the hall he called, to the fellowship he knew. The wires hummed softly, a symphony of spark, As workers and families shared tales in the dark. Merry Christmas to all, came a shout from the throng, In the brotherhood’s glow, where we all do belong.