Twas the Night Before Christmas 


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Twas the Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas

And all through the shop

All the elves were busy working

Even Snap, Crackle, and Pop


Tools were arranged

By workstations with care

Waiting for the next toy

To be brought and placed there


When back in the forge there arose such a clatter

The supervisor ran back to see what was the matter

He saw the signs of a certain arc flash

Which easily could explain the very loud crash


The hole on the ceiling was letting in snow

Cooling the embers of the fire below

Panicked he looked for his worker’s fate

He was relieved when he counted out all eight


The fire crews arrived so lively and quick

And on their heels came a worried St. Nick

When he saw all eight, a smile it came

And he sighed and hugged and called them by name


Oh Pop, Oh Crackle, Oh Snap

I remember holding your children on my lap

I look at the roof that is now all blackened

We must look into this to know what happened


They were dressed all in fur, from head to foot

Their clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot

The mountains of toys all ready to pack

Still to be selected from the distribution rack


There was a job to be done all over this world

But Santa stopped to let this unfurl

An investigation cannot be done in a hurry

Else on his sleigh he would still have to worry


About the next elf who’d not be so blessed

To go home to his family for the season’s fest

They all knew they had to take a step back

What was the hazard, what did they lack?


Santa’s eyes-how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!

“How did you get out of a situation so hairy”

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Gave Crackle the notion he had nothing to dread.


“Snap was taking a sample from the Electric Arc Furnace

And I was drinking cocoa from my thermos”

“I knew his Elf coat was fire proof…

What I didn’t see was the hole in the roof.”


“But Pop had jumped up and gave Snap a Whistle

If snow hit the slag it would turn to a missile.

The word he yelled cut through like a knife,

‘That sample is not worth your life!’”


“Snap ran to the porch then behind the wall

We dashed away, dashed away, dashed away all”

“Pop saved our lives despite all his fuss,

The fact is, he looked out for us


Santa spoke not a word but went straight to his sleigh

His most precious elves still live today.

They had taught themselves to be aware,

The most perfect display of how much they care.


He sprang to his sleigh and gave them a wink

The events of the night made him rethink

When together we care, all will be right

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






Timothy Ludwig’s website is where you can read more safety culture stories and contribute your own.  Dr. Ludwig is a commissioner for Behavioral Safety Accreditation at the non-profit Cambridge Center for Behavioral Studies (CCBS: and teaches behavioral psychology at Appalachian State University, in Boone, NC.  If you want Tim to share his stories at your next safety event you can contact him at

 From our readers:

All the best in the coming season. WOW… did you write this for us? It’s not that we have a hole in our roof, but if we back charge wet scrap it will surly go POOF.

Nice, very nice. I will share this with our community of practice here.

Your last post was very… let us say, “Hit the nail on the head” kindda stuff. I sometimes think that we should go faster to get the behaviour we would like, then I remember baby steps, then I have to remind myself… tiny baby steps.  Having you around makes some of my difficult days go easier knowing that with encouragement by your direct experience we can get to where we want to be. Thank-you for sharing your successes they help me take smaller steps.

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