A poem about: Twas the afternoon of December 16th,…

Twas the afternoon of December 16th, when all thro’ the plant,not a job did travel causing Chris to chant.The job charts were hung from the white boards with care,in the hopes that Eric Rodriguez would soon be there.With bar charts from Gage, Jacob, Riley and Randy and delivery projections from Wade. The shortage of parts were mitigated by Gregg and the Collaboration Center run by Todd kept Final Assembly in top shape. Special projects were completed with speed thanks to Daniel and the process writings of production engineering have never been better thanks to Scott Dunkle. While Fatima put the Lead in Technical Lead Engineer, George kept the factory humming on 2nd shift.The limit of sick bay was filled to the top causing much serious doubt,while tug a-war games of COMO’s and MPF’s bowed out-made actions and decisions lose their clout.When out on the Flight Line there arose such a clatter,it had been so long since the budgets did matter.Away to Las Sendas did the IE’s then meet,to celebrate and trade unknown gifts for another;and recognize a year to celebrate with each other;while counting the blessings of working our grey matter.With libations and food to celebrate our might,the glasses were raised in toasts that lasted beyond sightAs I heard them all say, “Happy Holidays to all and to all a good night!”

In the afternoon glow of December's embrace,
The plant lay still, in a tranquil space.
Chris wandered the aisles in rhythmic chant,
For jobs stood silent, no whirr or pant.

Charts adorned walls with meticulous care,
Awaiting Eric's wisdom to soon be there.
Gage, Jacob, Riley, and Randy took part,
With Wade’s projections, fate’s perfect art.

Gregg conquered shortages; solutions in hand,
While Todd’s center kept assembly grand.
Special feats, thanks to Daniel's swift craft,
And Scott's process writings gave all a draft.

Fatima led with technical grace,
George kept the second shift’s steady pace.
Sick bay brimmed, tension steeped in doubt,
For tug-of-war games made decisions scout.

On the Flight Line rose an uproar sound,
For long forsaken budgets wheeled around.
To Las Sendas the engineers flew,
For gifts exchanged and camaraderie anew.

Grey matter blessed in this steadfast land,
With toasts and libations, glasses in hand.
The night stretched on with joy and delight,
“Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good night!”

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In the afternoon glow of December's embrace, The plant lay still, in a tranquil space. Chris wandered the aisles in rhythmic chant, For jobs stood silent, no whirr or pant. Charts adorned walls with meticulous care, Awaiting Eric's wisdom to soon be there. Gage, Jacob, Riley, and Randy took part, With Wade’s projections, fate’s perfect art. Gregg conquered shortages; solutions in hand, While Todd’s center kept assembly grand. Special feats, thanks to Daniel's swift craft, And Scott's process writings gave all a draft. Fatima led with technical grace, George kept the second shift’s steady pace. Sick bay brimmed, tension steeped in doubt, For tug-of-war games made decisions scout. On the Flight Line rose an uproar sound, For long forsaken budgets wheeled around. To Las Sendas the engineers flew, For gifts exchanged and camaraderie anew. Grey matter blessed in this steadfast land, With toasts and libations, glasses in hand. The night stretched on with joy and delight, “Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good night!”