On Wacker, on Kiely, on Hastings and Bott;
Now dash away, Rosenkrantz, Dunn and Whitlock.
Light the Yule log and praise Krister Stendahl,
Al Sacks, Dan Tosteson; but don't offend all
The other big honchos, like Paul Ylvisaker,
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Kilbridge, Keenan, Goldhaber, Fouraker;
But the best has been saved for our friend Howard Hiatt--
A brand-new image, and colleagues who'll buy it.
SO STRIKE UP a tune, forget all the hassle,
Drink deep with your friends, please take some more wassail;
It's time to make merry, no place for the mourner,
Rise up and rejoice, like President Horner--
Who, although Seventh Sister keeps singing a dirge,
Is said to be happy, now that all's merged.
'Tis the season of giving, so bring a memento
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