T’was The Day Before Christmas (with Apologies to Clement Moore)

By Gordon Hecht, Serta Simmons Bedding

T’was the day before Christmas, and all through our store,
The traffic was absent, a salesman could snore.
The Holiday Sale tags were all hung with care,
In hopes that some shoppers soon would be there.

Pillows were fluffed and adjustable bases plugged in,
Hot prices on mattresses, no matter how thick or how thin.
I was wearing my polo and the boss wore a jacket,
When suddenly we were jolted by some extra loud racket.

Then in from through the door arose such a clatter,
I jumped from my desk chair to see what’s the matter.
My up was some old guy, a “one-legger” in a red suit,
I’d show him some beds knowing closing him was moot.

He said he needed some beds for his elfin work force,
Nothing cheap, he claimed, “I want no buyer’s remorse.”
“I’ll take Pillow Tops and Hybrids to put in their places,
And for extra comfort, he said, “Add adjustable bases.”

No delivery needed, his shopper wants them today,
“I’m sure they will fit in my big giant sleigh.”
Size wasn’t the problem; it was the weight I that I fear,
Since the sleigh was just powered by a team of reindeer.

Seeing him at the sleigh, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it was really St. Nick.
His reindeer teamed while jumping and prancing,
As I got Santa approved using third-tier financing

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Tying the beds down, rope tightened with a jerk.
And laying his finger on the side of his nose,
Then giving a nod, into the moonlight he rose.

Up to the North Pole the reindeers were high leapers,
Carrying that load of Serta Perfect Sleepers.
I heard Santa shout as he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!”

Gordon Hecht is Senior Regional Manager/Strategic Retail Group at Serta Simmons Bedding. You can write him at ghecht@sertasimmons.com.