Twas the week before Equilocity and all through Stone Horse
Every person was working, they were feeling the force.
The baskets were filled by Miss Elaine with care,
for raffles and raffles there was so much to share!
The painters were all painting each blue roan and reds
while visions of Design a Horse danced in their heads.
Julie with her airbrush and Al with his gloss
had just settled an argument about who was to be boss!
When inside the offices there arose such a clatter,
Everyone in the building ran to see what was the matter.
Away to the door they all flew like a flash
They could hear all the mutters, it was something about trash!!
When what to their wondering eyes should appear
Peter Stone and eight thousand chips that looked just like deer!!!
With a tear in his eye and a frown so quick
they realized in a moment that this was no trick.
More rapid than You Call It's his workers they came
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name!
Now Randy, now Sandy, now Doug and Bill, On Matilda, On Alma, Andrea and Juan. Salvador,
Carrie, Jackie, and Dawn. Joyce, Mona, Sam, Matt and Mike. Julie, and Al, Peggy and Luke! Hey Chris, Sean, and Lance, Hey Gil and Yasmein, Carlton too,
There's no time to waste we are now in a rush!
Each person went quietly and straight to their work
Until Peter yelled and gave a wry smirk.
He had an idea, a marketing ploy
We could sell those chip deer but we had to think “toy”!
Christmas in July...Brilliant 'ole boy
But to carry it out was another story!
Elaine smiled brightly for her it was quite simple
it had to have color, and a cute little dimple.
She went right to her sewing machine with red, white, and
greenand came out with two elves and a Santa look'n lean.
Peter was dressed all in fur from his hat to his boot
with elves Mia and Jordan and a sack full of loot!
His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples how merry
He said grab those Chips we've no time to terry!
Forget the tropical theme think North Pole and cold
We're off to Kentucky and this Deer Chip Mold.
He spoke not a word but went right to his Ford Flex
He was such a grand site, sort of a “Santa Tex”.
He jumped in his car to his team gave a whistle
His engine thundered like the sound of a missile!
They heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight
“Raises for all and vacations too...because Stone Horse is not Stone Horse without each of you!!!
*(special note, Peter did not say the first part of that last line :) ...that's why this is called fiction! However the last half of the sentence couldn't be more true...but it also includes you, our collectors, because without you there is no Stone Horse either!)
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