Santa Claus Comes to Fishbowl

Yesterday Fishbowl was visited by Santa Claus! It was a fun time to get our families together, take pictures and celebrate Christmas. Rick Weiss, our Director of Marketing & Design, dressed up as Santa Claus. Sorry if I spoiled the mystery for you.

In honor of my first Christmas at Fishbowl, I wrote a little poem describing the event. It’s a fun parody of “’Twas the Night Before Christmas.” Enjoy!

‘Twas three days before Christmas, when all through Fishbowl
All the employees were working, their schedules were full.
The stockings were hung in the offices with care,
In hopes that St. Rick soon would be there;

The employees’ children were arriving one by one,
Hoping to get video games and iPods for fun.
And my coworkers in their offices, and me in mine,
Were offering help to Fishbowl customers on the line.

When out in the parking lot there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my office to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew in a flash,
Tore open the blinds and unlocked the latch.

The sun on the breast of the famed Utah snow
Shone brightly on the objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a car being pulled by eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Rick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, Fishbowl! now, Inventory! now, QuickBooks and Integration!
On, Warehouse! On, Management! on, Barcoding and Solution!
To the building with Fishbowl’s logo on the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up the elevator the coursers they flew,
With the bag full of toys, and St. Rick, too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the hall
Little kids cheering and having a ball.
As I drew in my head, and looked to the right,
Good St. Rick came into my sight.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his toe,
And his clothes were spotless as a fresh winter snow;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a jolly panther ready to attack.

His eyes – how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His mouth had on it the friendliest grin,
And he had a well-trimmed goatee on his chin;

He doesn’t smoke, so he didn’t have a pipe
(Santa did in the original poem, but I don’t want any gripe).
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed like a fishbowlful of jelly.

He was zaftig and cheerful, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a shake of his fist,
Told me I was now on his naughty list.

He spoke kind words to the children present,
And the whole event was incredibly pleasant.
When the time came for St. Rick to go
He gave a nod and a smile as the elevator door closed.

He sprang to his car, to his team gave a whistle,
And as he left, his engine gave a sputter and fizzle.
But I heard him exclaim, as out of sight he went,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all good inventory management!”

Merry Christmas from everyone here at Fishbowl! You can get a free inventory software demo to make sure your company has a happy new year, too.