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 16th,
When the plant lay quiet, tense and succinct.
Not a job did travel, no task was conveyed,
As Chris, with a chant, tried to draw fate's aid.

The job charts were hung on whiteboards with care,
In hopes that Eric Rodriguez would soon be there.
Bar charts from Gage, Jacob, Riley, and Randy,
Their projections from Wade were notably handy.

A shortage of parts was deftly allayed,
Thanks to Gregg's skill and the path Todd paved.
The Collaboration Center, a beacon of hope,
Kept Final Assembly on a positive slope.

Projects by Daniel, completed with speed,
As Scott Dunkle's writings outlined every need.
Fatima led with a technical drive,
George on second shift made the factory thrive.

The sick bay overflowed, testing resolve,
While tugs-of-war on procedure made problems evolve.
But then from the Flight Line arose such a clatter,
'Twas the 12 birds of December that truly did matter.

To Las Sendas IE’s went to confer,
With gifts exchanged, their spirits did stir.
They counted the blessings of neurons engaged,
Celebrating a year where their teamwork was staged.

With feasts and libations, they toasted their might,
And glasses were raised beyond the dimming sight.
As the echoes of joy filled the crisp winter air,
"Happy Holidays to all, let none despair!"

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'Twas the afternoon of December 16th, When the plant lay quiet, tense and succinct. Not a job did travel, no task was conveyed, As Chris, with a chant, tried to draw fate's aid. The job charts were hung on whiteboards with care, In hopes that Eric Rodriguez would soon be there. Bar charts from Gage, Jacob, Riley, and Randy, Their projections from Wade were notably handy. A shortage of parts was deftly allayed, Thanks to Gregg's skill and the path Todd paved. The Collaboration Center, a beacon of hope, Kept Final Assembly on a positive slope. Projects by Daniel, completed with speed, As Scott Dunkle's writings outlined every need. Fatima led with a technical drive, George on second shift made the factory thrive. The sick bay overflowed, testing resolve, While tugs-of-war on procedure made problems evolve. But then from the Flight Line arose such a clatter, 'Twas the 12 birds of December that truly did matter. To Las Sendas IE’s went to confer, With gifts exchanged, their spirits did stir. They counted the blessings of neurons engaged, Celebrating a year where their teamwork was staged. With feasts and libations, they toasted their might, And glasses were raised beyond the dimming sight. As the echoes of joy filled the crisp winter air, "Happy Holidays to all, let none despair!"