Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the shop, Not a creature was stirring, not even Farbish and his mop. The stockings were hung by the entrance with care, In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there. The technicians were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of 2010 engines and bonuses danced in their heads. When out in front of the shop there arose such a clatter, The 24/7 shop manager sprang from his desk to see what was the matter. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below. When what to the manager's eyes did appear on the street below, But a massive new tractor trailer with its chicken lights all aglow. He spotted a big burly trucker, so lively and quick, The shop manager wondered if his technicians were pulling another trick. The driver was well-groomed and dapperly dressed, His red uniform bright and smartly pressed. A large bundle of something he had flung on his back, He entered the shop and in short time, came right back. The trucker did a safety circle check, looking his rig over all around, And the shop manager could see the trucker's face now wore a frown. "What's the matter driver?," the shop manager called from his spot, At that the trucker turned and began to complaint a lot. "So many technicians have come to my assistance throughout the year, I like thank each of them personally at this time of year." He spoke no more words, just mumbled and grumbled, Climbed up into the cab, despite a few stumbles. The trucker fired up the diesel and gave the air horn a long blast, Giving the shop manager a salute, he stepped on the gas. As the rig pulled away, the trucker yelled out his window door, "Got to get rolling ‘cause I'm late for this annual thank-you tour. "Can't imagine what's in store for me and trucking this New Year, "Once thing is certain, technicians will always be near." Over the diesel's roar the shop manager heard the trucker exclaim as he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night."