Black Sheep Christmas Special
‘Twas the week before Christmas over here at Black Sheep
Where carols were playing over loud email beeps
The lights were all hung reminding us to be cheery
But with much to be done, we started to grow weary
The clients were restless, hoping to check out soon
As the Black Sheep worked hard by the light of the moon
One last release, a few more lines of copy
We had to act fast, but we couldn’t be sloppy
Then, in a twinkling, we heard something outside
A fat man in a suit hollered, “Hop in my ride!”
We looked at each other, not sure how to respond
But he seemed pretty nice, so we shrugged and jumped on.
He yelled “Ho, ho, ho!” but it wasn’t offensive –
And somehow, we all felt less apprehensive
But where were we going? And would there be elves?
We couldn’t help wondering in spite of ourselves.
This ride, how mysterious! This old man, how hairy!
As we sped through the night, we felt twinges of merry
We noticed that time was no longer an issue
And as we turned a corner, St. Nick passed a tissue
On South By, On TEDx, on Creative Mornings and tweeting
On press conferences, clippings, on last-minute meetings
Viewing the past year with this red-clad historian
We sped through the year on his festive Delorean
He spoke not a word, as we flew near Downtown
Then over to Montrose, soon we were Heights-bound
As we saw all the things that inspire Black Sheep
That old guy was right, we all started to weep
But the tears were not sad ones, no they were quite happy
(and readers, we’re sorry, this is where things get sappy)
For a very brief second we’d let our brains forget
That the things we accomplish are worth all the sweat.
That all the experiences – big ones and small
Are really the very best present of all
And ideas, like popcorn exploding in our heads
Are better than mistletoe and a warm bed
Feeling revived and ready to spring into action
Santa dropped us off, smirking with satisfaction
But as we opened our laptops, we heard o’er the roof
“Happy holidays, Sheep!” and we all raised a hoof.
You see, we thank Santa for showing us how
All it takes is remembering what came before now
But when making a list of the naughty and nice
There’s no doubt that old man will be checking it twice
We left him a gift – to remember the night
And pasted our logo in very plain sight
On the door of his shiny time-traveling sleigh
We couldn’t resist – it’s the true Black Sheep way.
Despite our rebellion, we hope you all know
How much you have helped this ol’ company grow
Each time we make toasts to celebrate this season
We hope that you realize that YOU are the reason.