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‘ was the night before Holiday Break, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; Last emails were sent to our clients with care, In hopes all office time zones soon would be there.
Our Engineers and Scientists were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of spillways danced in their heads; And Christine in her Coach scarf, and I with a nightcap, Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I called my whole team to see what was the matter. I called the PM and client in a flash, Then tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow surely would make agencies wonder about the objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a foundational client, and eight tiny engineers,