'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the supply house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a pipe mouse; The orders were made in the office with care, In hopes that St. Customer soon would be there; The workers were ready all snug in their beds, While visions of giant sales danced in their heads; And the supplies were ready, the plants all so lush, The owners had settled in for the great new year rush; Then out on the lot there arose such a clatter, They sprang from their seats to see what was the matter. Away to the window they flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. When what to their wondering eyes did appear with such luck, But a crew of eighteen landscapers and a giant semi-truck; With a little old driver, and hardly a cuss, They knew in a moment it must be St. Cus . . .
And so St. Customer bought out everything in the store. His crew loaded it up and . . .
He sprang to his truck, to his crew gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle; But they heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!" __________________________________________
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Jack Stone is a Contributing Editor for ProGardenBiz Magazine, an online magazine for professional gardeners and landscape contractors. Visit ProGardenBiz to find out how you can get a free subscription, start-up guidance, business ideas and inspiration at http://www.progardenbiz.com. __________________________________________
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Jack Stone is a Contributing Editor for ProGardenBiz Magazine, an online magazine for professional gardeners and landscape contractors. Visit ProGardenBiz to find out how you can get a free subscription, start-up guidance, business ideas and inspiration at http://www.progardenbiz.com.
