Santa's working on the railroad, all the livelong day!

There was a man working on the railroad, with hair like Father Christmas and a beard to match. Dressed in a beat up old blue coverall. Taking old and rusted rails and replacing them with new fandangled and shiny ones.
Now I know what his day job is.

The Terrors Of Being Mediator

I spent a night caught up in someone else's business. Someone else's difficulties with the superficial bullshit brought on by miscommunication. There's always next time. Though it will take being an April Fool.