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Twas the Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas when down at Copresco
President Steve breathed a sigh at his desk-o.
The jobs were all packed up to ship with great care
Full knowing the air freight trucks soon would be there.

The shipping clerk Jim sipped his tea with a smile
While the bindery crew gleefully skipped down the aisle.
Bob in his jersey and Chuck in his slacks
Had just settled down to pig out and relax.

When the telephone rang with so urgent a clatter
Lynn sprang to the phone to see what was the matter.
Away she then flew to find Steve in a flash,
She burst in the door and cried out loud and brash:

"Santa's list has been lost! He has had such a fright!
He needs five hundred thousand impressions tonight!"
More rapid than eagles they all shifted gears.
Steve whistled and shouted and tugged at his ears.

Like fine German clockwork the team started rolling
Surmounting all obstacles sans any cajoling.
From pre-press to proof to the Imagerunners five
The factory was buzzing like bees in a hive.

Then on to the bindery Santa's list sailed through
For finishing touches– soft covers of blue.
Volume by volume, packed up on the floor
When a soft little tapping was heard at the door.

As the first stroke of midnight was struck by the clock
The coursers came gliding right into the dock.
Then Santa stepped out with an endearing smile
Winking as he perused the gargantuan pile.

He said, "You Copresco folks outdid yourselves.
If I didn't know better I'd have thought you were elves!"
He shook all their hands with a feeling most pleasant
Then reached in his bag and gave each one a present.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But we heard him exclaim ere he drove out of sight
"Thank you to Copresco for saving this night!"

Thanks to my wife Heidi, for writing this poem and for waiting patiently at home all these years while her husband works on one more hot rush emergency.

Steve Johnson
Steve Johnson, President

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