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’Twas the night before Christmas and I, still at work, couldn’t keep myself from thinking, “My boss is a jerk!”
The hallways were quiet— not one single peep as I shuffled through my work trying not to fall asleep.
When up on the roof there arose such a blare, I dropped all my files and hid under my chair.
A tap on my window— first anger, then fear “I’m gonna kill my boss If I live to get out of here!”
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Then out of the corner of my frightened eye I saw eight reindeer and a red chubby guy.
“I gotta lay off the coffee, maybe this is a stroke.” Then to my great surprise, the chubby man spoke,
“Now Work, now Order, now Docket and Citation On Title, on Commitment, on Juvenile Probation! And leader of the pack, Workaholic, move out of that hole Grey’s Anatomy starts soon on ABC North Pole!”
Then the reindeer moved on with a look much like mine “I guess they know what it’s like to work at Christmastime.”
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