'Twas the night when the work stopped, but all over the land,
IC folks were going home later than planned,
It wasn't big news, and it sure wasn't ISIS,
It wasÂ simply moreÂ approval crises.
Our peers often wonder about our profession.
Even when our budgets are too low to mention.
They question if we are woosies or wimps,
Or if our roles can't be filled by trained chimps.
But even if we can be easy to mock...
To an extent its because we are wiser than Spock.
Visibility isn't really our game.
Instead, more hot than bright is our flame.
Eyeballs ain't really our measure of health.
Especially since IC's best done by stealth.
Every month of the year,Â from Jan to December,
Injecting key words that areÂ easily remembered.
Stories and role models driving home themes,
Without false zeal or cheerleading teams,
EndingÂ the year sure, of our importance to change,
And next year weÂ nail who it's worth toÂ engage,
To shift from informing to mobilization,
And totally demonstrate our worth to the nations.
IC can be tough and often a fight,
But we know we add value and shed lots of light
So to those within whomÂ the IC flame burns
The warmest of holidays from Changing the Terms!
1 thought on “A holiday poem from Changing The Terms”
Mike, you never cease to amaze me, you’ve said it all 🙂 Season’s greetings! Marc
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