Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems, in a place that perhaps you’ve seen in your dreams. For the story that you are about to be told, took place in the holiday location of the Moirae Boardroom.
It all began the week before Christmas, it was a misty and flourish evening, with the noise of chattering in the distance of the office. The lighting was dim and the air was mild. There sat a boy, a boy with passion, a boy wanting to strive with Christmas fashion. The boy thought to himself “we need something with a festive passion which we can sing along to in a festive manner”.
The boy chirped “I have just the thing” he said. He jumped out his seat with a great big cheer and waddled off to spread the Christmas cheer. Though the boy didn’t know that the last day was near, and Christmas was dear.
The boy ran to the shops to spread the Christmas cheer, while grabbing some festive gear. Although the day is near, the day that Christmas cheer will fear my dear. The day of Moirae Massive as ahead and the boy had a gift, a gift to spread cheer between the Moirae Team.
The boy returned with a minute to spare, a minute till the Moirae Massive my dear. The boy ran the boardroom to setup the gear. He laughed and cheered and ask the team to come here. The team rushed in, to see what the boy was laughing about. The boy sat them down around the table, splitting them up into three different groups. Once the groups were organised, he explained the game, the game was to build Santa’s Grotto using nothing but the festive gear of straws and masking tape while wearing some Christmas gear.
There was laughter and cheer throughout the evening, a wild and entertaining evening I may say. The time was 5 in which the structures was to the judged, judged by an angel it seemed to be, that David and Patrick was the ones to be.
Twas a great Christmas evening with the team and a few festive treats (Budweiser & Haribo). The evening quietened down and the lighted dimmed, it was the time to go home and share the Christmas cheer.