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'Twas the night before Christmas By: Rufus Mudsucker 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the store, one account was past due, just one BOR. The lists were all printed, and laid out with care, in hopes 100% close soon would be there. Account Managers were nestled all sung at their phones, while visions of bonus coursed through their bones; It was 5 minutes to close, "It's too late I fear", but 99 percent's not so bad, for this time of year. When out by the curb 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 door and stood there aghast! When what to my wondering eyes did appear, but our only late customer, I let out a cheer! As door hangers that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky. So into the store he came with a dash, ran up to the counter and pulled out some cash. He said not a word, just stood there and stared, I pounded the keyboard as fast as I dared. One minute to close, I heard the others shout, I tried to stay calm, but our record was in doubt. "That'll be one week renewal at nineteen ninety nine". He smiled slyly and asked, "can I pay you in dimes?" Absolutely I said, thinking this is very strange, sweat poured off my brow as I counted the change. I jammed the enter key and ran to the printer, tore off the receipt like a world class sprinter. I said, Thank you sir, and looked at my watch, ten seconds to spare, let's break out the scotch. We toasted success and shook hands with
delight, saying "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good
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