‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the land, The Fence Man was ready, tools close at hand. Gary the owner, with a heart so grand, His wife Cameka, lending a hand.
Javier, the foreman, strong and so bold, Checked every fence post, new and old. They knew that winter could be quite cold, And fences needed to be sturdy, as they’d been told.
Suddenly, a call came in, a voice filled with fright, It was Santa himself, on Christmas Eve night! “My fence is broken, the reindeer can’t fly, Oh, what will I do? My deliveries awry!”
Gary jumped in his truck, with Javier by his side, “To the North Pole!” he shouted, with a determined stride. Cameka waved goodbye, with a tear in her eye, But knew they’d fix the fence, reaching for the sky.
Through the snow they drove, with tools in tow, To mend Santa’s fence, and make the reindeer go. With hammers and nails, and a bit of know-how, They repaired the fence, sturdy and proud.
Santa was so grateful, his heart filled with glee, He gave them a gift, a magical key. “This key,” he said, “will open any gate, So you can spread joy, and never be late.”
The Fence Man crew returned, with a tale to unfold, Of how they saved Christmas, brave and bold. They wished everyone cheer, and a fence strong and true, Merry Christmas to all, from The Fence Man crew!
