The staff at LMT just received this wonderful holiday poem from Mike Saunders, Saunders Dental Laboratory in Roanoke, Virginia. It was written by his lab's office manager, Meagan M. Smith. Enjoy!
'Twas the Lab Before Christmas
'Twas the lab before Christmas, when all through the place
Dust was slowing to settle in each hard-to-reach space.
The stockings were hung by the furnace with care,
In hopes that St.Michaelous soon would be there.
Technicians were nestled all snug at their bench,
And dreams of tomorrow, their resting minds clench.
Brenda in her 'kerchief, and Don in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long lunch's nap.
When out on the road there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bench to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like the dickens,
And wiped away dust that was starting to thicken.
The moon on the glistening, ice-covered road,
Did little to lighten the weight of the snow.
When what to my wondering eyes would appear,
But a UPS truck and eight tiny reindeer.
It bobbed in the air, so brown in moonlight,
I knew that its driver must be St.Mike.
More rapid than eagles his courses they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name,
"Now, waxer! Now caster! All dental technicians!
Work horses and finishers! Hold all of your mixes!
To the top of the lot, to the top of the wall,
Now bite away, bite away, bite away, all!"
As bits of dust before hoses fly,
And meeting an obstacle, take to the sky,
So up to the rooftop, his reindeer, they flew,
With a truck full of cases and St.Michaelous, too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The screeching of tires and pausing of hooves.
I drew in my head and was turning around,
When straight through the flume, Mike came with a bound.
He was dressed in all fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A sack full of cases were flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes - how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face, and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was jolly and joyful, a happy lab 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, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the pipe he arose.
He sprang to his truck, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good bite!"