Twas The Night Before Christmas

And All Through The Yacht,

Not A Creature Was Stirring

A Mouse, a Bug, Not...

The Stockings Were Hung

In The Quarters With Care

In Hopes That St. Nicholas

Soon Would Be There

The Crew Were Nestled

All Snug in Their Beds,

While Visions Of Loved Ones

And Home Filled Their Heads

The Skipper In His Skivvies

And The Chief In His Cap

Had Just Settled Down

For A Long Winters Nap

When All Of A Sudden

There Rose Such A Clatter:

Up from The Bunks!

Whatever's the Matter?

The Oil Was Everywhere,

The Hoses Were Broke;

The Pumps Were Still Pumping

Stuck On Full Stroke

The Cap Grabbed His Cell Phone

And Said Cover The Toys

I Have To Call Quantum

And Wake All The Boys

On That Christmas Eve Night

Called All The Boys

And Expected A Fight

When What To His Wondering Eyes

Should Appear

But Four Quantum Trucks

Dave Reeve In The Rear

They Met At The Shop

To Gather Their Tools

In Hopes Not Everyone

Would Consider Them Fools

More Rapid Than Eagles

With Curses They Came

And John Whistled And Shouted

And Called Them By Name

Now Peter, Now Perkins

Now Al, Now Bob,

Now David, Now Lee:

Hey Don`t Look Like Slobs

From The Bilges Below

To The Top Of The Mast

They Scurried Like Pros

Oil Dripped On The Glass

Their Actions Where Quick

Their Work So Precise

Who Would Have Known

That John Rolled The Dice:

With Pressures Too High,

With The Maximum Flow,

The Six To One Factor

Thrown Right Out The Door

At The End Of It All

Came A Sigh Of Relief

The Captain Was Happy

And So Was The Chief

We Sprang To Our Trucks

John Gave Us A Whistle

And Away We All Flew

Like Down Off A Thistle

But I Heard Him Exclaim

As We Drove Out Of Sight

Merry Christmas To All

And To All A Goodnight

Merry Christmas from All of Us at Quantum!