Christmas Eve at the Trucking Facility
By David A. Kolman
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the trucking facility,
Not a creature was stirring and there was no driver-dispatcher hostility.
The stockings were hung in the driver’s room with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The truckers were nestled all snug at home in their beds,
While visions of CSA 2010 and pay raises danced in their heads.
When out in front of the terminal there arose such a clatter,
The night shift operations manager sprang from his desk to see what was the matter.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When what to the manager’s eyes did appear through the window pane,
But a massive new tractor pulling a long, shiny road train.
He spotted a big burly trucker, so lively and quick,
The operations manager wondered if his drivers were pulling yet another trick.
The trucker was well-groomed and dapperly dressed,
His bright red and white uniform smartly pressed.
A huge bundle of something he had flung on his back,
He entered the terminal and in short time came right back.
He did a circle check, looking his rig over all around,
The operations manager could see that his face now had a frown.
“What’s the matter driver?,” the manager yelled from his spot,
That’s when the driver turned and began complaining a lot.
“This new FMSCA safety initiative is what’s got me red hot,
Are you prepared for Comprehensive Safety Analysis 2010 or not?”
The operations manager shrugged his shoulders and replied: “Afraid not,”
Responded the stylishly-dressed trucker: “That puts you in very bad a spot.
“CSA 2010 has a new measurement system to identify safety problems,
And there’s a new intervention process that’s more bothersome than goblins.
“This safety initiative puts more burdens on carriers,
But that’s not really too big a barrier.
“It makes drivers more accountable,
And for so many things for which they’re not responsible.”
The trucker spoke no more words, just mumbled and grumbled,
Climbed up into the cab, despite a quick stumble.
He fired up the diesel and gave the air horn a long blast,
Giving the operations manager a wave he stepped on the gas.
As the rig pulled away, the trucker yelled out,
“No time to ponder issues right now, I’m late for my route.
“I can’t imagine what the feds will do next,
One thing is certain, it will keep all perplexed.”
Over the diesel’s roar the operations manager heard the trucker exclaim as he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good, safe night.”