Twas the night before Christmas, when all through AWARE
every person was stirring, safety talk was ringing through the air.
OHS webinars, COSP and Workplace Violence Reports, the team wasn't stopping
despite Kenzie wishing to watch sports.
Heather and the Soteria committee were all in a fuss,
To finish the Program Training Guide by Christmas Eve was a must.
Scott was ignoring the jingling while calling all over the land,
wanting to get Heathers New Years schedule completed and planned.
WCB and the Department of Labour scrambled all day and all night,
praying Santa would be in compliance before his big flight.
The Health & Community Services Sector were frantic, the streets were like ice
Spreading an urgent message about salting, or safety would pay the price!
Representing regions from North, South, East and West
The Board settled down for a well deserved rest.
When out of the office there arose such a clatter,
Susan sprang from her chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the parking lot she flew like a flash,
what in heavens name was that big giant crash?
When, what to their wondering eyes should they see,
thank goodness he was wearing the proper PFD.
Santa was dressed all in faux fur, from his head to his feet,
his reflective red suit, insulated against cold and resistant to heat.
His new safety harness and utility belt
were equipped with a first aid kit and a quick flash snow melt.
His broad face was covered with a beard-shaped protector
and around his neck hung a digital wind chill detector.
And, despite the back lifting support belt strapped to his belly
it still shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly.
The little old driver, once so lively and quick,
thought this is the moment; I think I might be sick.
More rapid than eagles his sleigh drivers 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 porch! To the top of the wall! He watched for the green light
then dashed away all!"
So up to the rooftop the reindeer they flew,
in the redesigned MVI approved sleigh and St. Nicholas too.
A bundle of toys ergonomically hung on his back,
he delivered them all, somehow without losing track.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
he filled the last stockings; then turned with a jerk,
His eyes -- Now they twinkled! His dimples again merry!
His cheeks still like roses! His nose like a cherry!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, let the reindeer all know
they had no more to dread.
He sprang to his sleigh, 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,
"Happy, Safe Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"