T ’was the night after Christmas and all through Santa’s shop, not a creature was stirring; everything had come to a stop. The gifts had been delivered with great care, in hopes that it would bring joy to children everywhere.
Santa laid awake unable to slumber, thoughts in his head made his mind cluttered. He was truly flustered. The sleigh was a mess; the reindeer needed some rest, these next few days would surely be quite the test.
The North Pole was in need of its yearly outage, it was time to renovate this old cottage. But confused installers lead to the loss of millions of lost dollars.
Spreadsheets and PowerPoints gave him no resolution, he felt as though he would never find a solution. Suddenly a loud screech took the red out of his rosy red cheeks. When to his amazement what did he see, but the Outage Hawk Soaring high and free.
Could this be the end to his troubles? The end to his outage stumbles? Santa spoke to the Hawk with a mumble… “Can you help me with my outage trouble?” “Why of course” answered the Hawk with a chuckle.
My workshop is in need of a new table, all of the stockings are in need of fresh labels, and the sleigh is in need of shiny new handle.
My dear Santa we can help you with your outage, and when it is finished you will be quite astounded.