‘Twas the Night Before a Really Good Christmas
Twas the night before a Really Good Christmas, when all through the warehouse,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The privacy shields were stacked by the loading dock with care,
In hopes that UPS soon would be there.
The employees were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Really Good Stuff danced in their heads.
And customer service at their desks and I on my laptop,
Had just settled our computers for a short little nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from our desks to see what was the matter.
Away to the windows we flew in a flash,
Tore open the mini-blinds and threw up the sash.
The moon on the surface of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to the Really Good Stuff kids below.
When, what to our wondering eyes should appear,
With a Really Good Stuff Sheep, so cheerful and caring,
I knew in a moment it must be Sheldon for sharing.
More rapid than orders his turtles they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
“Now Teddy! Now, Thomas! Now, Tucker and Tanner!
On, Shelby! On, Sally! On Samuel and Sandra!
To the top of the solar panels! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
As filled order forms after new catalog drops fly,
When they meet with a service agent, who is far from shy.
So up the roof the turtles they flew,
With the sleigh full of baskets, and Sheldon the Sharing Sheep too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the dock
The bumping and thumping, it sounded like rocks!
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
In through the loading dock door Sheldon the Sheep came with a bound.
He was dressed all in white, from his ears to his feet,
And his message was clear to all he should meet.
A bundle of baskets he had flung on his back,
And he looked like St. Nicholas, just opening his pack.
His fur – how it fluffed! His ears how they wiggled!
His bleats were like music, his voice was a giggle!
His big tooth grin was showing all who could see,
That his purpose was caring for all students to see.
The hook of a pocket chart he held tight in his teeth,
And motivational posters encircled him like a wreath.
He had a long smiling face and squishy round belly,
That made kids laugh when they saw him, like a bowl full of jelly!
He was stuffed and plump, a right fluffy old sheep,
And I laughed when I saw him, until my cell phone went beep!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I would not be seeing red.
He spoke not a word, as sheep often can’t,
And filled all the baskets, then turned with a pant.
And laying his paw aside of his nose,
And giving a bleat, out the loading dock he rose!
He sprang to his Bus Box, to his turtles gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard his bleat, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Really Good Stuff wishes you a Happy Holiday, and to all a good night!”