A solar car parody on Clement Clarke Moore's A Visit from St. Nicholas by Jeffrey Rogers
Jeff Rogers and Arnold Kadiu had to make an emergency road trip to New York on Christmas to make sure Quantum gets to Abu Dhabi on time. (THANKS GUYS!)
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
Arnold in his 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out of my smart phone there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to GMail to see what was the matter.
The next day to Long Island we drove like a flash,
To tear open the container and repackage our stash.
The plan to arrive there before 6 AM we did not know,
Would lead to long waiting at Air France Cargo,
When what to our wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh full of boxes and gear,
With a little old driver so lively and brawn,
We knew in a moment he must be our new friend Ron.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
The Air France rep Frank came with a bound.
There's a problem with the shipping quotations,
Over the phone used different dimensional notations!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
More rapid than eagles the coursers they came,
And Ron whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Arnold, now, Jeffrey! now, dangerous goods packers!
On, customs! on, porters! on, loading dock workers!
Unload this container! balls to the wall!
My boss gives half an hour, till I must dash away all!
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the container the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of tools, and old Quantum too—
And then, with a sigh, we discovered bad news
The solar car platform was attached by dozens of screws.
We hammered and twisted to the point of becoming irate,
And the platform remained stuck inside that crate.
We spoke not a word, but went straight to our work,
Hopefully Ron's boss isn't too much of a jerk.
Arnold stacked all the pallets, filling and wrapping,
While Jeff dismantled the battery, snipping and snapping.
Having filled all the stockings, there was a hefty remainder:
A military structure, air compressor and 12KW gas generator.
A wagon with a broad trunk and a little square belly,
We filled Arnold's Jetta, like a bowl full of Jelly.
It was chubby and plump, a right jolly old Volks',
And it struggled to move, in spite of diesel strokes.
Exhausted and hungry we left feeling alright,
And headed to Applebees before calling it a night.
While zipping back home the broker gave Arnold a whistle,
He needed to communicate that the plan snagged on a thistle.
Due to lack of cargo they cancelled Quantum's sleigh ride,
Who would have thunk it's so complicated shipping worldwide!
