’Twas the Night Before New Year’s

’Twas the night before New Year’s at Supreme Lending’s place,
When the bullpens were quiet, a pause in the pace.
Supreme out relaxing, the long race now run,
After seasons of serving and getting sh*t done.

High in the sky, with his sleigh running low,
Santa felt a deep weight that he couldn’t let go.
The deliveries finished, the lists all complete,
But the big man himself felt worn down and beat.

So he searched for a place where he might catch his breath,
A spot built for people who give more than they get.
And glowing below him, a sign he could see —
BEST lit the night like a place meant to be.

“We’ll stop here,” Santa said, with a weary old grin,
“Just a moment to rest before next year begins.”
So he landed his sleigh on the rooftop above,
And as he stepped inside, he could feel all the love.

He bowled in the bullpen, let the good times roll,
Then crashed on the sofa to rest his old soul.
He drank a few beers, just one or two,
Then spotted the wine … “Now this’ll do.”

Down the hall to the gym, he worked up a sweat,
Lifting weights, doing pushups to settle a bet.
Then into the conference room, screens glowing bright,
Zoom calls with the elves all through the night.

He felt a bit better, but not fully restored,
Like something still missing he couldn’t ignore.
That’s when he found what he’d failed to address —
A tool to become his Personal & Professional BEST.

Santa couldn’t believe he’d not seen this before,
So much inspiration and wisdom — and still there was more.
He watched Saban and Kara, Jon Gordon as well,
On choices, direction, and truth they did tell.

And that’s when it hit him, as clear as could be:
“This isn’t just tired… it’s direction I need.”
He’d been giving and giving, year after year,
But never stopped once to decide where to steer.

So Santa sat down and logged into the site,
BEST GPS guiding his path left and right.
He mapped out his goals — not just work, but his life,
Each category clear, every aim in his sights.

For business he mapped out a plan for the year,
Not wishes or hopes, but intentions made clear.
And something then shifted : a spark, a release ,
Not rest, but purpose at last brought him peace.

He closed up the laptop, stood tall once again,
The weight off his shoulders, the fog from his head.
This wasn’t about slowing or taking a break ,
It was choosing the path he was ready to take.

So Santa took off with the new year in sight,
His heart fully charged, feeling ready and right.
“Choices write stories — which one will you share?
BEST is waiting… I’ll meet you there.”