‘Twas the night before Christmas

When all thro’ the ABPM office,

Not a creature was stirring, not even Tilly the office dog.

The stockings were hung by the radiator with care,

With hopes Christmas bonuses would soon appear there.

The team were all dozing, quite snug at their desks,

While visions of qualified accountants danced in their heads.

After a busy busy year, the team

Had just settled their brains for an afternoon nap

When out in the car park there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the gravel drive

Gave a lustre of midday to objects outside,

When what to my wondering eyes did appear

But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, fairly lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be Rej Abraham, MD of ABPM Recruitment Ltd.

More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,

And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

‘Now, Sarah! Now, Sukhi! Now Cara and Jared!

On Josh! On Neil! On Adriana (and Tilly)!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So up to the housetop the coursers they flew

With the sleigh full of toys, and Rej Abraham, MD of ABPM Recruitment Ltd too –

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney Rej Abraham, MD of ABPM Recruitment Ltd came with a bound.

He was dressed in a suit, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were immaculate (thank you very much)

A briefcase he had flung on his shoulder

And he looked like the director of a financial recruitment company, just opening his bag.

His eyes – how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow

And his beard was definitely going grey.

Sweet treats he’d bought for his team

Were clutched in one hand.

He had a broad face and a little round belly

That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, (only joking, the man’s in his prime)

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—

“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”