An Ode To Those Who Worked on Christmas Eve Lovingly Titled "Holding Down the Fort"

‘Twas the day before Christmas, and like it or not,
The office was open, “Gee, Thanks a lot”;

The parking lot was packed with all the snow that had accrued,
Making me wonder, “Who is supposed to make sure this stuff gets removed?”;

Inside, the office is quiet; no one’s speaking a word,
No meetings are scheduled, no hot air to be heard;
The phones are not ringing; no VP’s are to be seen,
The only incoming emails are marked “User Quarantine”
But while surfing the web there arose a shrill whistle,
It made me sit up and my hair began to bristle;
So I strode over to the common area and what did I see?
It was just Kateryna making a cup of hot tea.

The few people that are here act like they’re under the gun,
Pretending to work, but not fooling anyone;
Personal emails are flying without any stopping,
Look! John is doing some last minute online shopping;
He interrupted himself to come and see me,
To pump me for information about his new VP;
To make a good impression he intends to buy a new shirt and pants,
I sure hope his girlfriend helps him so he’ll have half a chance;
I told him not to worry, not to worry a bit,
The company looked long and hard to find a VP that would be a good fit;

And now, as I sit here daydreaming about our vacation in June,
I don’t think that I’ll be here much past the stroke of noon;
So for those of you who would normally be here but decided to abort,
Don’t worry about a thing, we’re holding down the fort.