12/25/2025
The night before Christmas in Signarama Tully,
The workshop was quiet, the floor clean and gully—
No vinyl was humming, no printers in play,
The squeegees were resting till opening day.
The lightboxes glowed with a soft festive gleam,
While banners stood rolled with a marketing dream.
Corflutes leaned neatly against the back wall,
Each waiting its turn for a roadside call.
The ladders stood tall, the tape neatly stacked,
Every job finished, every proof checked and packed.
From shopfront to pylon, from decals to wraps,
Not a deadline was stirring—no last-minute mishaps.
When out in the street there arose such a sound,
Like a ute full of signage jobs pulling around.
The team peeked outside with a laugh and a grin—
Just Santa admiring the branding done in.
He nodded approvingly, signage so bright,
“Clean kerning,” he said, “That alignment’s just right.”
Then off he drove north past the sugarcane rows,
With visions of neon and LED glows.
So here’s to Signarama Tully, both festive and proud,
Where businesses stand out and messages shout.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all signs—shine bright,
From the first job of morning to the last one at night 🎅🎁✨
