Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the office

Not an employee was working, nothing was amiss;

Lunch was being prepared by Maggiano’s  with care,

Everyone was excited about the catered affair;

The employees all jumped in their cars and fled,

While visions of lasagna, linguine and tiramisu danced in their heads.;

And George in his new svelte self and JP sitting in a clap,

We all settled in and hoped for no mishaps

When in came the servers amongst the chatter,

Setting down many and many more platters.

We all dug in, in such a flash,

The plates were passed with little crash.

The sun outside made everything seem aglow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to our wondering eyes should appear,

But the warmth and laugher of everyone being near,

Happy Holidays to All from RS!