'Twas the night before RIFmas, when all through HQ
Not a creature was stirring, not even Diego wannbe GQ;
The severance packages were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that HR soon would be there;
The unioners were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of EISP's danced in their heads;
And Hans in his skinny jeans, had just settled down, after that Up To Speed kr-p, showed him who was the talk of Wallstreet Town.
When from my 5GHEE phone, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my laptop to see what was the matter.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a Fedex package, and HR on the phone oh dear!
"Now, here is your 25 weeks and a strong kick in the ba--s.
To the top of the unemployment line! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
And then Hans sprang to his 5GHEE van, to his H1B's gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
HAPPY RIFmas TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!