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 process and procdure-made actions and decisions lose their clout.When out on the Flight Line there arose such a clatter,While the 12 birds of December became all that mattered.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!”

Twas the afternoon of December's glow,
In the plant where whispers of quiet did flow.
Chris's chant echoed through halls so wide,
As idle jobs found no place to hide.

Job charts hung with care, gleaming and bright,
Hoping Eric would come put the processes right.
Gage, Jacob, Riley, Randy brought graphs galore,
Delivery projections from Wade promised more.

Gregg tackled shortages with swift, sure hands,
While Todd's Collaboration Center met demands.
Final Assembly thrived under careful gaze,
Special projects sped in Daniel's driven blaze.

Scott Dunkle’s writings rendered the processes clear,
As Fatima’s leadership garnered much cheer.
On second shift, George kept the rhythm alive,
In sick bay, doubts on their limit did strive.

The tug of war games, a procedural plight,
Decisions, once firm, now losing their might.
But out on the Flight Line arose such a sound,
Where December's twelve birds were eagerly found.

To Las Sendas the IE's then swiftly did fly,
Trading unknown gifts, sharing tales with a sigh.
Blessings were counted as minds stretched and soared,
Celebrations of wisdom, our spirits restored.

With food and libations, strength was embraced,
Glasses raised high in a jubilant space.
And into the night, a chorus of delight,
“Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good night!”

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Twas the afternoon of December's glow, In the plant where whispers of quiet did flow. Chris's chant echoed through halls so wide, As idle jobs found no place to hide. Job charts hung with care, gleaming and bright, Hoping Eric would come put the processes right. Gage, Jacob, Riley, Randy brought graphs galore, Delivery projections from Wade promised more. Gregg tackled shortages with swift, sure hands, While Todd's Collaboration Center met demands. Final Assembly thrived under careful gaze, Special projects sped in Daniel's driven blaze. Scott Dunkle’s writings rendered the processes clear, As Fatima’s leadership garnered much cheer. On second shift, George kept the rhythm alive, In sick bay, doubts on their limit did strive. The tug of war games, a procedural plight, Decisions, once firm, now losing their might. But out on the Flight Line arose such a sound, Where December's twelve birds were eagerly found. To Las Sendas the IE's then swiftly did fly, Trading unknown gifts, sharing tales with a sigh. Blessings were counted as minds stretched and soared, Celebrations of wisdom, our spirits restored. With food and libations, strength was embraced, Glasses raised high in a jubilant space. And into the night, a chorus of delight, “Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good night!”