Twas the Night Before Christmas…

Twas the night before Christmas, and at Touring Plans
Vacation has started for woman and man.
The optimizer’s running, the stats in great shape
As we wait for Santa to smite Stitch’s Great Escape.

Researchers sleep as they smile with glee
As they dream about dining at Club 33.
The bloggers check their stockings, looking for a sign
They’ll be told to write about Disney Cruise Line.

When outside our office arose such a clatter,
I jumped from my desk to see what was the matter.
In case it’s the boss, my laptop gets closed
To hide that I’ve been watching cat videos.

Magic snow must have fallen and covered the streets,
Or maybe I fell asleep at Blizzard Beach?
Well, what do I spy as I squint through the gleam?
A monorail, and the entire Touring Plans team!

The driver was excited, and set for fiesta.
I knew in a moment it must be Len Testa.
Running like it was rope drop, his team they all came
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

On Steve, David, Guy, Sarah, Justin, and Fred
On Laurel, Tom, Scarlett, Darcie, Gerelyn, and Brad!
Someone get in line, time your wait ‘til you’re through!
We need walk times and bus times, there’s still work to do!

They sprang into action predicting wait times,
Collecting menus & crowd stats that show up in Lines.
So all with a mission to attractions they flew,
And sat for three months outside of Star Tours 2.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard from the door
A resounding “WOOT” that vibrated the floor.
I craned my neck, and then turned to see,
A WEDWay Peoplemover ambling t’ward me.

Out stepped the man, myth, and legend…head geek
And he ran up to me and gave my nose a tweak.
Len said “Don’t just sit here napping and snoring,”
“We need actual times, go get in line for Soarin’!”

His eyes-how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks kind of rosy, his hair was…uh, hairy?
He spoke very quickly, his mind raced with options
I was as out of place as a family picnic in Compton.

He yelled t’ward the TV, then yelled once again,
“C’mon Steelers, we need this! Go Big Ben, get seven!”
As he turned back to me, a boom box near his belly,
Van Halen shook the room like a bowlful of jelly!

We spoke of his podcast and he stated that
He may not be the coolest…but he’s cooler than Matt.
And while all Touring Plans tasks may not be the best,
They’re better than always being at DHS.

He gave my hand a shake and went off to his work,
And I worried a bit when I saw his head jerk.
He gave one more “WOOT” as I realized the plot
He was tipping his head back for tequila shots.

He met up with the team, donning a Touring Plans sweater,
And they continued their mission to make vacations better.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

From myself and the entire TouringPlans.com team, we sincerely wish you and yours a happy holiday season. May all of your wishes come true.