To Richard with Love and Admiration at Christmas Time
written by Janet Harrold
Twas the week before Christmas and all through the shop. The Designers are busy they just never stop!
The Bow Ladies are frantic, the lines out the door! We don’t mind, this gives our shoppers time to explore.
The stockings were hung by the gift shop so near, such a broad selection from cotton to sheer.
The guys in the yard were selling the tree’s, Mother nature is vicious only 20 degrees.
When out in the sales yard there arose such a clatter. The employee’s came out to see what was the matter!
Richard as usual was raising a racket- Robert came out sporting his red plaid hooded jacket.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow-the martini’s were flowing -gave Richard a glow!
When all of a sudden he proclaimed something new. “My employees are the best. I have the best dog gone crew!”
His mind a little fuzzy-he’s obviously lit, but for those who know Richard -he still has his wit.
His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like the roses he sells, his nose alder berry.
More rapid than eagles his crew and their fame- have hustled this season but 7 days still remain. He whistled and shouted and called them by name. Now Gerry, Now Noralie, Ann , Nancy and Phil. I can’t thank you enough- here’s a hundred dollar bill.
On Liza, on Stephanie, on Mitchell, Lisa and Pat! Here’s a long striped knitted scarf and a warm winter hat.
For Bob, John, all the guys in the yard, I can’t thank you enough for working so hard!
To Janet, Diane and my temporary staff, for being so wonderful—here’s time and a half.
The glow was wearing off, it had been a little while,
no drinks were being poured he lost his sweet smile.
He spoke not a word , but went straight to his work, and soon his merry tune changed, he called John a big jerk!
“So much to be done the Holiday isn’t through, this shop is a mess everything is askew”.
What happened to our boss, the bonuses and gifts? The Martini’s, the wine, was there something I missed?
Well we heard him exclaim as the wine he uncorked, enough from Mr. Nice guy, get your ass back to work!