12/05/2025
Well folks … we have a poet amongst the crew and didn’t even know it. This is just absoultly fabulous and spot on! 😂
Merry Christmas to all indeed! 🎅🏼 🌲
’Twas the night before the party, at old Dark Bay,
Not a grinder was buzzing, not a saw blade astray.
The hard hats were hung on the tool racks with care,
In hopes that cold beer soon would be there.
The foremen were nestled all snug in their trucks,
Dreaming of pay raises, bonuses, and luck.
And Parm in his hoodie, and Akash in his cap,
Had just shut the site down for a long winter’s nap.
When out in the yard there arose such a clatter,
The guys dropped their coffees to see what’s the matter.
Away to the gate they all flew like a flash,
Thinking maybe the apprentices finally did something rash.
The moon on the mud and the tire-rutted snow
Made the whole damn site shimmer with construction-site glow.
When what to their squinting eyes did appear—
But a forklift decked out like a sleigh bringing cheer.
With a foreman-sized driver, lively and quick,
They knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick.
More rapid than nail guns his crew rolled along,
As he hollered and shouted each worker’s name strong:
“On Jordon! On Manny! On Sanel and Leo!
On Andrews! On Greg! On Junior and Geddy-o!
Get your PPE ready, you beauties, let’s go—
It’s time for the party, not time to be slow!”
To the breakroom they marched, steel toes tapping the floor,
Past pallets and scaffolds and the old shipping door.
And then, in a twinkling, they heard on the steps,
The laughter and swear words of all the Dark Bay vets.
They filled up their cups, piled their plates high with snacks,
Forgot all about schedules, delays, and setbacks.
Santa raised his glass, with a grin ear to ear,
“Another year done, boys — now bring me a beer!”
The music was loud, the jokes borderline crude,
The kind of good chaos that lifts everyone’s mood.
And they all cheered together, proud of the work they’d done right—
“Happy Dark Bay Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
