A Visit from St York

‘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!!!

About yorkcentraltechtalk

I have been in the HVAC industry most of my life. I worked 25 years for contractors on anything from residential to large commercial boilers and power burners. For the past 23+ years I had been employed by York International UPG Division ( a division of Johnson Controls) as a Technical support/Service Manager but I am now retired. One of my goals has always been to "educate" dealers and contractors. The reason for starting this blog was to share some knowledge, thoughts, ideas, etc with anyone who takes the time to read it. The contents of this blog are my own opinions, thoughts, experiences and should not be construed as those of Johnson Controls York UPG in any way. I hope you find this a help. I always welcome comments and suggestions for postings and will do my best to address any thoughts, questions, or topics you may want to hear about. Thanks for taking the time to read my postings! Mike Bishop
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