Twas Just Before Christmas In Our Studio Poem by Rhonda Baker

Twas just before Christmas at our studio
The glory was whistling, the flames, all aglow
The gaffers all busy like Santa's elves
Making ornaments and vessels to fill all the shelves
Sometimes at a frantic pace, to get it all in
To leave someone out, truly a sin
The music conducts the tempo for which they blow
Unique creations like flakes of snow
A spectrum of color to please every eye
The light they transmit makes your heart simply sigh
The annealer taking over and slowly coming down
As a Christmas snow gently falls and covers the ground
Somewhere in the distance, just out of sight
The gaffers sing Merry Christmas... and to all a Good Night