It was the night befor christmas, and all through the yard.
Not an engin was moving, no switching cars.
All the switch lists where stacked on the yard masters desk with care,
in the hopes that some crews would soon be thier.
But in the parking lots arose such a clatter,
it was the terminal manager and a suckup trainmaster.
they where not in a holiday mood
since no one was out making switching moves
they walking in the door to see the yard master
and to maybe bust some balls to get things moving faster
only to find to thier shock
it was just the yard master and some hot coffiee in a pot
with no one on duty and cars to switch
the terminal mananger is in a major pintch
he gets on the phone and starts to B***h
he calls the only ones that can help
he calls the crew dispatch and starts to cry and yelp
“how and i supost to get my bounse if no one is here tonight”
crew managment then said with some delight
“its christmas eve sir, maybe they are out for the night”
the trainmaster then said “this will just not due!!”
“we need bodies, and i need more then 2”
well crew mangment said
“i called Mr Jones, and he told me to mark him off dead”
“i then called Mr Brown and Mr Smith
and they sounded 3 sheets to the wind”
“i even tried to call MS Smith”
“she told me to shove the call”
“she wasnt comeing in”
“well sir” the caller said
“my shift is done and im off to bed”
“since you didnt want to cloes for christmas”
“this is your cross to bare”
“keep that in mind when your pulling out your hair”
“marry christmas to you sir”
and with the slam of the phone
the ball buster now looked like a loon
now that they couldnt get anyone to fill the jobs
the TM and suckup just sat and balled
MARRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL…AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT