11/03/2026
’Twas the night before elections, and all through the place, Not a voter was stirring, not even a race.
The ballots were stacked by the scanner with care, In hopes that Election Day soon would be there.
The precinct was prepped, the supplies all in sight, The signs had been posted, the instructions just right.
My checklist was finished, my coffee on deck,
Tomorrow will test every ounce of my prep.
When out in my inbox there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my laptop to see what was the matter.
A question about ballots, a password reset,
And someone asking, "Are we ready yet?"
The voters would come, some confused, some in haste, Some certain they'd registered, some needing a trace.
I'll greet them with patience, a smile, and a cheer, And explain the same process for the hundredth time that year.
No campaigning, no bias, no opinions to share,
Just fairness and service for all who come there.
Through long lines and questions, we'd see the day through, Making sure every vote was counted as due.
So here's to the workers who show up and serve, With patience and kindness and plenty of nerve.
Now ballots are waiting, the polls open at dawn...Happy Election Eve to all, and to all a good night! 🇺🇸
