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…when all through the shop, not a drink was stirring, and Abdul told Alexa to STOP!
The hoodies were hung on each desk chair with care, 
showing proof that St. Christopher’s little elf Lauren… who works ridiculous hours… had already BEEN there!

 The teammates were nestled all snug at their homes, 
Hopefully drinking Happy Juice not checking email on their phones…
And Jeff with his iPhone and Liz with her brick-like non-iPhone
had just turned off Slack for a well-deserved nap.

When out in the conference room there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the family room I flew like a flash,
Cracked open a beer through the cap…and missed the trash.

The front desk was a-light with the glow of our sign,
which gave the luster of awesomeness and was looking so fine,
when what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but lovely bottles of Happy Juice to bring you good cheer!’

It’s a cab, a fantastic vintage and label so slick,
I knew at that moment it must be St. Chris’s… little elf Lauren!
More rapid than Morgon at billing the excitement it came,
and he whistled and shouted and call them by name:

“Now Rebekah! Now Terry!
Now, Abdul and Ben!
On Jeudi! On Jessica and Kim!
On Morgon! On Liz and Mark! 
Now Jesslyn, Amanda and Lauren!
On Jeff and Jack, and Katherine from bed!

You’re at the top of your fields, you’re on top of them all! 
Now drink away, drink away all, be happy one and all!

Merry Christmas from Happy Hour, and to all a GREAT year!