‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, cause the furnace was out! The stockings were hung on the windows with care Trying to keep out the cold winter air. The children were nestled all snug in their beds Cause everyone was so cold, they thought they were dead! And Mama in her kerchief and I in my cap Had put on our coats and every other wrap. When down in the basement there arose such a clatter I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away down the hallway I flew like a flash tore open the door with a real loud crash! The old furnace in the basement of our family home Was shaking and shuddering cause it too was so cold. When what to my wondering ears should I hear? But the York Dealer I called, Yes, he’s coming here! With a truck full of technicians that were ready to work I knew in a moment that it must be St York. More rapid than rectification, their coursers they came And the Branch MANAGER whistled and shouted and called them by name: Now St Louis, Now Chicago, Now Livonia, Now Tinley! On Madison, On Milwaukee On Plymouth, get going! To the top of the porch, through the open front door, Now dash on in, dash on in, dash on in all! As the cold wind that before the snow storm does fly When it meets with a homeowner and starts him to cry So down to the basement their coursers they flew With a box full of boards, igniters, and motors too! And then in a twinkling I heard from below The checking of part numbers from each tech’s computer. As I drew in my head and was turning to see In came the boss with a smile of glee. He was dressed very warm from his head to his foot And his clothes were not covered with ashes and soot. A Source One book he had slung on his back And Time Saver parts were on top of his pack. His eyes how they squinted, his dimples were hairy His cheeks were like roses; his nose was a cherry. He had a big old mouth that was drawn up in grin And the beard on his chin was sort of well trimmed. The stump of a cigar he held tight in his teeth Between the few that were there, it was quite a feat. He had a broad face and a big old fat 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 despite what I felt. But a wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know our furnace was not dead. He spoke not a word, yet directed the work And they fixed up the furnace, and I felt like a Jerk. Then laying his hand on the furnace below It started to work with a very warm glow. He sprang to his truck, to the Techs gave a whistle And away they all left, as fast as a missile. But I heard him exclaim ere he drove out of sight Source 1 parts are the best— have a HAPPY CHRISTMAS TONIGHT!!! Wishing EVERYONE THE BEST OF THIS HOLIDAY SEASON!