‘Twas the night before Christmas at premier house’

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when through premier house,
Not a server was wurling, no one using a mouse;
The telephones and computers were turned off with care,
In hopes that Robert Miles and his team would soon be there;
When out on the car park there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the blinds and threw up the sash.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Robert Miles the MD, in an electric smart car,
With hard working team members, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment their salon software would be so slick.
“Now, Managers! now, Admin! now, Accounts and Install!
On, Sales team! on Support team! on, Developers and all!
From the car park entrance – to the office door!
Now work hard! Work hard! Work hard all!”

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Into the office Robert Miles, our MD, came with a bound.
He was carrying mince pies for all the staff in his care,
He was just the jolly old elf we were all aware,
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Sent “thank you’s” to customers and turned with a jerk,
Checking all the desks; it was a promising view,
Enquires and orders tailor-made, just for you.

With a ding of the bell, to his team 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 Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”