'Twas the Night Before Christmas (Ram Meter style)

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Ram Meter,
Our lab technicians were busy modifying Panel Meters.
The stockings were hung in our MOD center with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

The sales people were busy all selling Multimeters,
Becoming social media specialists, and some even tweeters.
The Vice President at his desk, our Sales Manager pacing the hall,
Deciding which Power & Energy Meters to install at the mall.

When all of a sudden there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the stock room I ran with a dash,
And grabbed a Power Alert to reduce the risk of arc flash.

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a jolly old man, carrying a package from FLIR.
With a snowy white beard, he was lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.

He stood there before me with his wish list in hand,
Knowing just what he wanted, he began to demand.
"Now Amprobe! Now Extech! Now Megger and Laurel!"
"On Triplett! On Simpson! On Monarch and Kestrel!"

I gave him what he wanted and he ran down the hall,
Yelling Dash Away! Dash Away! Dash Away all!
He ran out to shipping and jumped in his sleigh.
With his bag full of products, including sensors from Jaquet.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard each little hoof,
As his reindeer prepared to head for another roof.
When suddenly his GPS crashed and met it’s maker,
But luckily his sleigh was equipped with a Circuit Breaker.

And then jolly St. Nick began sweating in his britches,
Until I got him back online using some Ethernet Switches.
But before he could leave, I jumped into his two-seater,
And showed him the quickest route using a Laser Distance Meter.

I hurried right home, the wind blowing through my hair,
And I waited for St. Nicholas to visit me there.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
His bag full of products he flung over his back,
It crashed to the ground and spilled out a Leak Detector from Bacharach.

His eyes, how they twinkled like a North Pole villager,
His cheeks were so warm they could be seen on a Thermal Imager.
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.

The smoke from his pipe circled his head like a racer;
And could only be detected using a Cable & Wire Tracer.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, stacking gifts around the tree,
Calibrators and Current Shunts even meters for Humidity.
He filled all the stockings; then turned with a juke,
And last, but not least, he left a bundle from Fluke.

And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh with his reindeer beginning to fester,
And away they all flew, leaving behind an Insulation Tester.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"