Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Buehler Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Buehler’s house

not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The boxes were stacked in the warehouse with care,

In hopes that the delivery truck, soon would be there;

The vaults were all loaded and snug into place,

and a forklift was moving a pallet with grace;

A driver stood tall, securing a strap,

While the dispatcher inside, was printing a map.

When out in the parking lot there arose such a clatter,

Stuart sprang from his office to see what was the matter.

Away to the window, he flew like a flash,

tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

There were tire tracks on the breast of the new-fallen snow

They gave luster of mid-day to the movers below,

When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,

but a semi tractor trailer carrying eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

he knew in that moment that it must be St. Nick.

All proud of his class A License, he sang

and he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the mountains! To the top of the wall!

This tractor trailer can carry it all!

Local, Interstate or however we fly,

Taking a truck is easier than using the sky!”

So driving to Buehler, the semi they used,

With a truck full of toys, reindeer and St. Nicolas too.

And then, in a twinkling, Stuart heard on the road,

tires squealing and spinning as the great big truck slowed.

As he drew in his head and was turning around,

Into the front doors of Buehler, St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in blue, from his head to his heel.

And his uniform stated “Buehler Companies” for real!

A bundle of cartons he carried in on his back,

And he looked like a mover without his red sack.

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 of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pen he held in his teeth really tight,

As he handed out papers “Please sign here on the right”

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

that shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And Stuart laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave Stuart to know that he had no claims to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

and he unloaded that trailer, then turned with a jerk,

and placing his finger to tap the side of his head,

he shook Stuarts hand “thanks for the truck” he said

He sprang to his semi, his team asleep in the rear,

he pressed on the gas and they woke up with fear.

But we heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight…

“Happy Christmas to Buehler, and to all a good-night”

Buehler Companies (Denver Office)
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3899 Jackson Street
Denver, CO 80205
Denver Office Moving Website

Buehler Transfer and Storage (Fort Worth Office)
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633 Mony Street
Fort Worth, TX 76102
Fort Worth Texas Moving Office

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2545 Carmel Drive
Colorado Springs, CO 80910
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