An adaptation by Charles C. Carpenter, CFM
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all across the floor,
Not one thing was moving, not even a door.
The UL Approved lights were hung off the cubicles with care,
In hopes of winning a decorating prize share.
My children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Angry Birds danced in their heads.
With toys all assembled and a car full of gas,
I had just dozed off at a long Midnight Mass.
The bells that were ringing were not for the singer;
Turns out that some schmuck did not turn off his phone ringer!
From my pocket there arose such a clatter,
I grabbed my phone quickly to see what was the matter.
Away to the vestibule I flew like a flight,
To see who was calling at that time of night.
It was Gus, the security guard, who called to say
That a pipe had just burst; much to my dismay.
I sprinted so fast that I knocked over the Magi
Then jumped in my car and started to fly.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, not driving so quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick!
More slowly than snails his coursers they came.
So I honked and shouted, and called them by name;
Move it Dasher, Dancer, Prancer! Get out of the way Vixen!
Come on Comet, Cupid, Donner! Move your butt Blitzen!
Having no choice but to run him into a ditch,
I shouted, “Get out of my way, you son of a b!(#h!”
So on to the facility, around corners left and right,
Until my rearview mirror showed a red flashing light.
Did the cops think that I was driving like a drunk?
No, it was just Rudolph, sprawled over my trunk.
I swiped my access card and burst through the door,
Where I saw Christmas decorations now floating on the floor.
I waded through the lobby and down through the hall
And cut off the water…wondering who I should call.
Finding a plumber on Christmas would not be a breeze;
But now thanks to Google, you can do it with ease.
As I hung up my phone and was turning around,
Down the hallway came one, with a great silent bound.
He was dressed in Dickies from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with feces and soot;
A bundle of tools he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a plumber just opening his pack.
My eyes—how they twinkled, despite this big mess.
I just prayed to Jesus that he took American Express!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon led me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And fixed the pipe; then turned with a jerk,
Laying his wrench beside my soaked feet,
He was someone I was most happy to meet.
He sprang to his truck to write up an invoice,
And graciously let me pay with my method of choice.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove from my trouble,
“If it happened during Hanukkah, I’d have to charge double!!”
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