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Happy Holidays - 2017

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Happy Holidays everyone!

The local Woodinville food bank came and picked up all the drive goodies and hauled them away. This year, we donated 355 lbs! Although we didn't beat last year's 374, we are still proud of that!! Lots of gloves and pasta items may not weigh as much, but will bring warmth to hands and tummys.

We also received this lovely poem from the Project Piper jobsite - written by William Faught. Just had to share!!

'Twas the week before Christmas and all through the site
Every creature was stirring with all of its might
The temp lights were hung from the ceiling with care
In hopes that the stud welders soon would be there

The tilt panels were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of crane-flying danced in their heads
And Hans in his safety vest and I in my forklift
Had just settled in for a long winter's work shift

When out in the parking lot there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew enthusiastic
Tore away the guardrail and threw back the plastic

The moon on the face of the new-fallen rain
Gave a luster of midday to nearby terrain
When what to my field of vision should enter
But a gasoline truck, and eight burly carpenters

With a little old driver so lively and quick
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick
More rapid than eagles his workers they came
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name

"Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the mezzl To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
So up to the rooftop the workers they flew
With the truck full of diesel, and St. Nicholas too

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The thumping and scratching of each rugged boot
As I drew in my hand and was turning around
Down the staircase St. Nicholas came with a bound

He was dressed all in orange, from his head to his feet
And his clothes were all tarnished with dust and concrete
The diesel fuel hose he took from the truck's rear
And he looked like a fireman just shouldering his gear

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, it 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 chubby and plump, a right jolly old 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 forklifts, then turned with a jerk
And laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the scaffold he rose

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 as he drove out of sight
"Take Two minutes to make sure you do every job safely every time!"

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