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- Twas the night before Christmas, at the VFX house
- Everyone was still there, 'cause shots "HAD" to go out.
- The clips were all loaded, ready for playback again,
- With hopes to be home by a quarter past ten.
- The artists all wiggled, back and forth in their chairs,
- Confident that "Finals", soon would be theirs.
- VFX sup at the ready, their anticipation grew,
- As they all settled in, for one last review.
- When out in the hall there arose such a clatter,
- They sprang from their seats to see what was the matter.
- From through the door a producer screamed like a loon,
- More shots just came in, due tomorrow afternoon!
- "How could this be, do they know it's Christmas eve?"
- "We've been on OT for 6 weeks, and now we can't leave?"
- "For my family I've bought, nothing at all!"
- "On the way home, I was going to stop at the mall!"
- Sadness and anger took over their minds,
- But soon they were off, they dared not get behind.
- Back to their desks, away they did flee,
- Anxious and worried, what kind of shots would these be?
- No new characters or props, a bit of good news,
- A new environment, no time, an old one they'd re-use.
- More rapid they typed, as they got back to work,
- They drank coffee, and yelled, and started to curse!
- "Screw Maya and Nuke and this proprietary crap!"
- "Wake me when that file loads, meanwhile I'll nap!"
- "Ok, it loaded, but my assets aren't showing!"
- "Where the hell are those files, there's no way of knowing!"
- After while they all settled, back on the right track,
- They had to make haste, there was no going back.
- Hours and hours they slaved at their screens,
- Pushing every pixel, every red blue and green.
- And then, via email, a bit of joy after all,
- Donuts in the office, at the end of the hall.
- Pushing and shoving to claim circular delight,
- Glorious sugar and frosting, some fuel for the night.
- With simulations and renders, out on the farm,
- A slight glitch here and there, no cause for alarm.
- Keeping tabs on their renders, frame by frame,
- Soon they would finish and freedom they would claim.
- By four the next morning, all tasks were complete,
- Freshly animated and lit, then composited neat.
- Shots uploaded and queued, so they gathered once more,
- Tired and haggard, the team was drained to it's core.
- The VFX Sup stood up and looked over his crew.
- A wave of pride rushed over, and immediately he knew,
- These people had families that soon would awake.
- These words he spoke so loud, the ground it did shake!
- "Get away from this place, another minute do not spend."
- "Be with your spouse and your kids, go home my dear friends."
- "If during review the client says these shots do not pass,"
- "I'll turn to him and say, why don't you kiss my ass!"
- They looked at eachother, then started to cheer,
- Finally it was time, they were all in the clear.
- They got up and walked out, goodbye they all waved,
- Racing home in their cars, Christmas might have be saved.
- Back in his office the VFX sup awoke from his slumber.
- Where had everyone gone, out loud he did wonder.
- Up on the roof, old Santy morphed back to himself,
- "Happy Christmas to All!", shouted the jolly old elf.
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