By John Cassillo, @JohnCassillo
After a year of working in the trenches together, the San Francisco SHIFT team got a well-deserved break from the action last night at our annual holiday party. Joy and merriment were plentiful, as were the laughs, songs and slips while ice skating.
‘Twas the SHIFT holiday party, and all through the office
Not a creature was stirring—err, I mean talking.
Our skaters arrived, at the rink in Union Square,
In hopes that everyone knew how to get there.
The SHIFTers were nestled all snug in their skates,
While they wouldn’t fall, their style was not great.
Some off drinking cider, Coop completing a lap,
A man sang Otis Redding, then was off with a dash.
Leaving for the hotel, there arose such a clatter—
Some moaned and groaned; they knew what was the matter.
“I’m taking a cab!” Jen said in a flash,
But with no one to share with, it was way too much cash.
So walking for just 15 minutes or so,
they met up with Erin and Kris Konietzko.
When what, to my wondering eyes should appear,
But an open bar with wine, and our favorite beer.
With a gorgeous view of the bay, the wind couldn’t whip
Hard enough to get these SHIFTers inside for a bit.
More rapid than eagles our co-workers came,
They arrived in spurts, but all showed just the same.
There was Justin and Cathy, Annie, Kristine and Cara,
Daniella and Audrey, Matt, Kate and Becca.
They were out on the porch, they were out in the hall
They were in the room with apps, like mozzarella balls.
As the music, it blared into the night sky,
Someone cracked a joke about that Kid Cudi guy.
So then up to the rooftop, Jen’s favorite song flew
She insisted that we turn it off—wouldn’t you?
And then, in an instant, we saw something groove—
It was Kris, breaking out some entertaining dance moves.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Mariah Carey had replaced all other sounds.
They were singing and dancing, from their head to their feet
Champagne glasses in hand, yet the carpet stayed neat.
A chorus of noise looped over and back
The next day some cringed—but they could not take it back.
Their eyes—how they twinkled! Their dimples—how merry!
Their cheeks were like roses, more red than a cherry!
I laughed from my mouth, with the impromptu show
A fantastic performance—I would have paid to go.
As I bit through pizza, with some great sauce and cheese,
Justin insisted bleu was his preferred delicacy.
Jim arrived with a broad face, and some pride in the Celtics,
He laughed at the blow the Knicks could have dealt them.
He was humble and glad he had come to the West
Then he went on his way, and wished us the best.
A blink of my eye and a twist of my head,
Some were all partied out—I wanted to sleep in a bed.
We all exchanged words—some said “Kanye’s a jerk,”
–That was my cue, my retort well-rehearsed.
Grabbing our jackets, and all other clothes,
Most just gave a nod, before the elevator showed.
We sprang to our sleighs, to each their own whistle,
And away we all flew like the down of a thistle.
But the SHIFTers exclaimed, as they drove out of sight—
“Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good night.”