A Visit from UPS
Red River District, 12.20.2008
'Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the hub,
every belt was spinning, Partners abuzz.
The packages were placed in package cars with care,
in hopes that Service Providers soon would be there.
Our customers were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of their shipments danced in their heads.
Service Providers in their Browns and Management in flex casual attire,
Were meeting for a PCM hot off the wire,
they learned about efficiency, and safety tales;
then jumped in their cars always using the handrails.
Away to their routes, they flew like a flash.
First Air, then Ground, every stop lightening fast!
Through rain, through hail, through new-fallen snow,
in Europe, and China, every corner they go!
No man woman or child can wait for UPS to appear.
They used to look for a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer!
But now, they await Brown, so polite and quick.
Brown is now the color, like red with St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles their packages came,
Drivers sorted theirs loads by PAL labels, not address or name:
Sorting I-pods! Now Wii’s! Now toy helicopters and jams!
On Elmo! On cell phones! On fruitcakes and hams!
To the top of the porch! The competition can’t match.
Now deliver all shipments! On time! Without a scratch!
So up to the neighborhoods the package cars flew,
with presents full of toys, and other stuff too.
I, Ever E. Customer, looked out my window to the street,
the Driver used his hand rail, and steps, and landed square on his feet.
As I secured my dogs, and was turning about,
up to the front door, “UPS!” he did shout.
He was dressed all in Brown, from his head to his shoe,
and his clothes were all clean, with a clean-cut hair do.
A large package he held on opposite ends,
he walked fast, not running, from his knees he did bend.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His happy little mouth was drawn up like a bow.
And his undershirt, it was so white, white as the snow.
The pen of his DIAD, he held tight in his fist,
“please sign right here,” Another package off his list!
He had a friendly smile like everyone at UPS,
He was proud of his work, safety & integrity he did stress.
He was kind and respectful, a century old sight,
my package on time & perfect condition; what a delight!
He nary spoke, but went straight to his work,
Completing my delivery, then turned without a jerk.
The stairs on my porch- one at a time, not one did he hurdle.
Soon gave me to know, a better choice than orange and purple!
After laying his hand upon his handrail,
he buckled his seat belt, sliding the bulkhead across its rail.
He pulled from the curb, making sure it was clear,
and away he drove like Santa and eight reindeer.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Holidays to all, UPS wishes you a good-night!"
Red River District, 12.20.2008
'Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the hub,
every belt was spinning, Partners abuzz.
The packages were placed in package cars with care,
in hopes that Service Providers soon would be there.
Our customers were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of their shipments danced in their heads.
Service Providers in their Browns and Management in flex casual attire,
Were meeting for a PCM hot off the wire,
they learned about efficiency, and safety tales;
then jumped in their cars always using the handrails.
Away to their routes, they flew like a flash.
First Air, then Ground, every stop lightening fast!
Through rain, through hail, through new-fallen snow,
in Europe, and China, every corner they go!
No man woman or child can wait for UPS to appear.
They used to look for a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer!
But now, they await Brown, so polite and quick.
Brown is now the color, like red with St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles their packages came,
Drivers sorted theirs loads by PAL labels, not address or name:
Sorting I-pods! Now Wii’s! Now toy helicopters and jams!
On Elmo! On cell phones! On fruitcakes and hams!
To the top of the porch! The competition can’t match.
Now deliver all shipments! On time! Without a scratch!
So up to the neighborhoods the package cars flew,
with presents full of toys, and other stuff too.
I, Ever E. Customer, looked out my window to the street,
the Driver used his hand rail, and steps, and landed square on his feet.
As I secured my dogs, and was turning about,
up to the front door, “UPS!” he did shout.
He was dressed all in Brown, from his head to his shoe,
and his clothes were all clean, with a clean-cut hair do.
A large package he held on opposite ends,
he walked fast, not running, from his knees he did bend.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His happy little mouth was drawn up like a bow.
And his undershirt, it was so white, white as the snow.
The pen of his DIAD, he held tight in his fist,
“please sign right here,” Another package off his list!
He had a friendly smile like everyone at UPS,
He was proud of his work, safety & integrity he did stress.
He was kind and respectful, a century old sight,
my package on time & perfect condition; what a delight!
He nary spoke, but went straight to his work,
Completing my delivery, then turned without a jerk.
The stairs on my porch- one at a time, not one did he hurdle.
Soon gave me to know, a better choice than orange and purple!
After laying his hand upon his handrail,
he buckled his seat belt, sliding the bulkhead across its rail.
He pulled from the curb, making sure it was clear,
and away he drove like Santa and eight reindeer.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Holidays to all, UPS wishes you a good-night!"
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