On December's sixteenth afternoon, A tapestry of tasks was strewn; The traveled work from distant lands, Boulders heavy in weary hands. Positions added, dots aligned, Job lists growing, deadlines confined. Twelve birds of Christmas took to flight, Amid golden gleams, a wondrous sight. Industrial minds, with engines keen, Surveyed their kingdom of steel and screen. Part shortages, a whispered dread, Critiques of COMO's often read. Manpower forecasts, shifting sands, Like blueprints on uncertain plans. Flight Line hums with resolute grace, As Notice of Escapements race. To Las Sendas, engineers of might, Ventured forth into the fading light; There they gathered, in unity neat, A web of insight, their goals to meet.