St. Nicholas Visits the Quarry

摘要

Twas the night before Christmas at the aggregates plant, Not a creature was stirring, not even an ant. The stockings were hung on the conveyors with care, In the hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The workers went home to crash in their beds, While visions of crushers danced in their heads. The foreman was in a meeting while I sat in the Cat, We were just finishing up when I heard the boss snap. Down in the quarry there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the seat to see what was the matter. Away from the iron I flew like a flash, Ran past the muckpile and made a quick dash.