‘Twas just weeks before Christmas,
When all through the store
Our elves were all wondering what should we promote:
Prime rib, sides deserts, Cherry Republic or more?
The luminaries were placed on the rooftop with care
In hope that our Christmas customers soon would be there
When out in the parking lot, there arose such a clatter
Brett greeting customers, there’s nothing the matter...
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
John Wayne in an apron, ready to cook prime meats...
NOT a reindeer!
Brett enters the store, and calls to his elves
“Now Janelle, now Becky, now Kacie and Mike
On Nathan, on Ashely, on Leta...
Now sell-away, tour-away help-away all!
He sprang to his van, to his team gave a yell
And away he flew down Griegos like a bat out of hell
But I heard him holler as he raced out of sight
“Happy Christmas to all,
And we ship or deliver all day and night!”
With apologies to Clement Clark Moore