12/25/2025
“‘Twas the night before Printmas, and all through the shop,
Not a volunteer rested, not even the mop—
The printer was humming, collate light was bright,
As last-minute cards rolled deep into the night.
The cats were all perched on the warm tray,
Batting at paper like it was ballet.
One sprawled on the proofs, one slept on the keys,
One judged every font choice with visible ease.
The message was ready, the design was so close,
But margins were off and the words felt verbose.
“Just one more small tweak,” said the team with a sigh,
As the deadline approached and the clock ticked by.
But then—with a whirr and a satisfying clack,
Out slid perfection in green, white, and black.
The cats leapt in triumph (or hunger, unclear),
As stacks of fresh cards spread holiday cheer.
So remember this Printmas, when you’re tired and stressed,
That democracy thrives on doing our best—
With a cat on the copier, teamwork in sight,
Happy Printmas to all… now please go home.”
