'Twas The FruitGuys

'Twas two weeks before the New Year when franticly at work; reports abounded and budgets did lurk.

The memos were posted in the kitchen with care; in hopes that The FruitGuys would soon be there.

When out in the lobby there arose such a clatter; of people enjoying the tasty Fruit matter.

Away to the FruitCrate I flew in a flash; and found my Cara-Cara under the stash.

"Cara-Caras," The FruitGuy began to proclaim; "look like a navel but aren't quite the same."

As I took a quick bite I started to scream, "This sweet pink fruit is a crazed-taste-bud dream!"

And then in a twinkling, as if blossoming with flavor; my feet started to move, my body did waver.

I rose five feet above that office floor; like Dasher and Dancer and Vixen before.

I swished through the skylights and into H/R, and knew in a moment that I'd gone too far.

As the taste lessened and flying decreased, I hit a white board like a wild gliding beast.

James, my boss, not a jolly old elf; shouted "From the whiteboard you must unstick yourself!"

At 150% of daily Vitamin C, Cara-Caras will fly from the box just like me.

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Enjoy and be fruitful!