A Visit from St. Customer... A Landscaper's Tale
Article by Jack Stone
Copyright © 2003 by ProGardenBiz
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'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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