We had a Christmas Poem Contest at InterConnect Wiring headquarters, and two of our Fantastic Falcons blew us away with their poems! Below are our first and second place winners’ poems:
First Place Winner:
Twas the night before vaca and out on the floor
The assemblers were running to do one harness more.
The documents were put on the boxes with care,
While knowing that Sourcing soon would be there.
Purchasing, all smiling in their cubes, could be seen.
Dreaming of no shortages and MRP, nice and clean.
While upstairs, a meeting was just underway.
The last of 2020 and everyone yelled “Hurrah!”
When over the intercom such a sound could be heard,
We all stopped, and all listened to hear every last word.
“Come to Bldg. 1, on the double”, Sherri did say.
And off like a flash, we were all on our way.
As we rounded the corner, the disco lights gleaming,
There stood John Ashour, he was absolutely beaming.
“Record sales and great teamwork have made us all winners!
So, come and let us feast on these yummy free dinners.”
There was turkey and dressing and even a game.
He smiled and shook their hands as he called us by name;
“Well done Martha and JJ, also Eric and Rod!
Good job, Richard and David, you too Aida and Todd.”
The goodwill kept coming from youngest to old,
How much we were valued, each one was then told.
We laughed and we ate, and we all were quite merry.
But there was work to be done so we did not tarry.
Back to our posts with full belly and hearts,
Happy it was Christmas, and we finished our parts.
Then away for a vaca, to rest and have fun,
Forgetting about work, the stress there was none.
Clare waved us goodbye, full of holiday cheer –
“Have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!”
Second Place Winner:
‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through InterConnect
Not a tester was testing, not even Nick X.
The connectors were terminated with care,
In hopes that the Lockheed inspector soon would be there.
The braiders were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of tracer threads danced in their heads.
And Ann at the front desk, and I in my mask,
Had just settled down for an end-of-year task.
When out on the C-100 there arose such a clatter,
I got a ticket in IT to see what was the matter.
Away to the derailleur I flew like a flash,
Clocked into 123 and ran over in a dash.
The spool mounted on the 16-station was stuck.
Caused a fluster as we freed it with luck.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Kellen with a spool only 6-ft near.
He stepped outside to return so quick,
I thought in that moment, “he is just like St. Nick.”
More rapid than Flying Falcons, on the cart he took off,
Back down the ramp he flew without even a cough!
“Now Inspection! Now, Assembly! Now, Inventory and Testing!
On, IT! On, Planning! On, Shipping and Receiving!
To the front of the Lean Line! To the top of the chart!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away cart!”
And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the break room
The typing and clicking of each Zoom.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the stairs John Ashour came with a bound.
He was dressed in the official Polo, from his head to his waist,
And his clothes were like everyone else in this place.
A bundle of reports he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a leader, creative ideas didn’t lack.
His eyes – how they twinkled! His pencil was ready!
His lanyard was on, his ID was quite steady!
He emailed his BAGELS to me and to you,
And his temperature label read 96.2.
Our plant schedule he held tight in his hand,
And the ideas encircled his head like a band.
He held an employee drawing, a pocket full of coins,
That he gave out to us Fantastic Falcons!
He was helpful and visionary, like a jolly old elf,
And I clapped when I saw him, in spite of myself!
Soldering of the pins and a twist of the Clocking Connector,
Soon gave me to know there was no detractor.
He gave not a CAR or NC, but went straight to his work,
And completed all the jobs; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And completing a post-test braid he arose!
He boxed the harnesses and to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a Good-Night!”
We hope you enjoyed them as much as we did. Have a very Merry Christmas!
