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'Twas the night before the layoffs, and all through the firm,
Not a manager was stirring, not even a term.
The memos were prepared, with foreboding intent,
In hopes that come morning, the dread would relent.
The employees were restless, all nestled in fright,
While visions of severance disturbed their night.
And Chuck in his office, with grim resolve,
Had just settled down, no problems to solve.
When out in the hallway arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the corridor I trudged with despair,
Tore open the door and saw Chuck standing there.
The moonlight through windows cast shadows of fear,
Revealing the turmoil that soon would be near.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Chuck dressed as Santa, his face grave and unclear.
With a belly so round and a heavy, sad sigh,
He carried the weight of the coming goodbye.
He spoke with a whisper, “The news isn’t bright,
Tomorrow, 7% will face their last night.”
With a heavy heart and a gaze full of sorrow,
He addressed his staff, bracing for the morrow.
“Now, Fran! Now, Gary! Now, Jeetu and Liz!
On, Scott! On, Thimaya! On, Carrie, it is!
To the top of the charts, to the bottom of lists,
Fate will decide who remains and who’s missed.”
And as I looked on with a sinking, sad frown,
Chuck turned away, his spirits weighed down.
He climbed to his sleigh, with a smile on his face,
And drove into the night, leaving emptiness in place.
But I heard him exclaim, as he faded from sight,
“Stay strong, my dear team, we’ll face this dark night and in time my stock will be alright!"