‘Twas three weeks before Christmas, and all through his feeds,
Santa read reports of lawsuits—of foibles, misdeeds—
and all manner of stories too awful to share.
“What happened to joy? What happened to care
for all of those people we’re supposed to protect?”
Ol’ Saint Nick, the biz owner, had to reflect.
“What makes my elves secure, productive, and merry?
It’s not the decor… It’s not Mariah Carey…
It’s not the overtime we work in December…
It’s not all the lists—oh, now I remember!”
And with that he dashed off to send out a note:
“Dearest friends at Compli—it’s Santa,” he wrote,
“I know why so many employers’ goals are mismatched
with their real-world performance—please see attached.”
In Portland, a marketing manager felt a vibration.
She unlocked her phone, and exclaimed, with elation:
“An email from Santa! What gift has he sent?”
It was an excerpt from a Code of Conduct, which went: