What happens when you tell AI to read everything you have written on the blog this year and parody 'Twas the Night Before Christmas? 🤔
For everyone who has ever worked a recall when the rest of the world was sitting down to dinner – this one is for you. Happy Holidays from the Recall InfoLink team!
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’Twas the night before Christmas, the plant quiet and still,
Not a forklift was moving, not a hum from the mill.
The QA manager lingered, laptop open and bright,
When the alert came through late in the night.
A recall on Christmas Eve—of all nights in the year.
Thoughts jumped straight to home, to the kids full of cheer.
To the table set warm, to the laughs they would miss.
To the one empty chair and a moment like this.
There was stress. There was pause. There was one steady breath.
Because this was not noise, this was safety and health.
If food left unsafe found its way to a plate,
Someone else’s Christmas could turn far too late.
Then something shifted. A calm settled in.
This was not the first step. They were ready to begin.
All year long they had planned for a night just like now,
Not the date, but the moment, the when and the how.
They had trained every lead. They had drilled every role.
Ran mock recalls until the process felt whole.
Templates were written. Contacts cleaned and aligned.
No guessing. No scrambling. No binders to find.
Trading partners were ready. The lines had been tested.
Communication clear, not rushed or congested.
Recall InfoLink stood open, familiar and clean.
Not a panic tool, just a well run machine.
So they followed the plan. Step by step. Calm and steady.
Notifications went out. Responses came ready.
Products were traced. The message was right.
Clear. Accurate. Sent clean and precise.
And just like that, the hard part was done.
No chaos. No drama. No corners undone.
People stayed safe. Shelves cleared with care.
The system worked because the work was already there.
The QA manager shut down the screen with a nod.
Not proud. Not heroic. Just doing their job.
They headed for home as the snow drifted light,
Knowing they showed up when it mattered that night.
And somewhere out there, at a table well spread,
Families laughed, unaware of the thread
That held it together, preparation done right,
Kept everyone safe – and to all a good night.
