As I was leaving for college this morning, almost every other apartment had piles of boxes stacked up outside their doors. Looks like Santa's big jolly laugh is more like a smile with an arrow at the end. And so, here's a slightly updated version of Clement Moore's famous A Visit from St. Nicholas
'Twas the month before Christmas, when all through the city
Not a creature was stirring (well just bear with me for this ditty)
The packages were tracked in the browser with care
In hopes that the UPS guy soon would be there
People in offices or going to school
"Out on delivery" making them drool
Suddenly, silently - the man'd come about
Magically synchronized to the time when you're out
In a big bulky truck, packed to the brim
Catering to all - every fancy and whim
Between 9 and 7 - he's mostly on time
Especially so if you're a member of Prime
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the apartments, his assistants they flew,
With a load of big boxes (and small ones too).
And then in a twinkling, I heard a slight knock
So I ran to the door, and I undid the lock
There he stood, with a package of mine,
Clicked open a pen, "Can I please have your sign?"
Then spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Between Thanksgiving and Xmas, there's no time to shirk
Leaving his mark, as I stood there to watch
"Collect from the office" or "Left on the porch"
Then he sprang to his truck, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Happy holidays everyone!
