With my deepest apologies to Clement Clarke Moore, who penned this famous poem, I am re-posting this from one of my favorite blogs, Daily Kaizen. It’s pretty cute and besides, I didn’t think I could live with myself if “Bob’s Lean Learning” blog didn’t at least give a nod to the highly creative work accomplished by authors Rachel Hunt and Dr. Alan Fine, MD.
Re-posted from Daily Kaizen
A Lean Christmas
T’was the night before Christmas, and down on The Gemba
Group Health is Leaner than we ever rememba
Our leaders are nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of Standard Work dance through their heads
Dyad partner and I Huddle daily to Fish
Continuous Improvement our big holiday wish.
We’d just settled our brains for some real A3 Thinking
From an RPIW there arose such a clatter
(We wish they’d produce more ideas and less chatter)
We flew like a flash to the latest Report-0ut
To see what new work we’d now have to sort out
What to our wondering eyes did appear
But a Pacesetting Sensei—without one reindeer!
Our Sensei was ever so lively and quick
But he surely was nothing like good old St. Nick
He made us feel Leaner than ever before
He whistled and shouted Lean teachings galore:
“Now Kaizen, now Kanban
Now Value Stream Mapping
On Muda and Mura
And Minimal Staffing!”
To the top of the Hedis score GHP will be shining
Our Dashboard tachometers will all be red-lining!
And then in a twinkling (even faster than that)
Down the chimney our Sensei came with a Splat!
He was dressed all in saffron from his cowel to his sandels
He leaned on a cane of Toyotabrake handles
A bundle of Lean tools was flung on his back
An Air Traffic Controller and Lean maniac!
His 5-Whys—how they sparkled! His A3—how downtown!
His 5S was 3 Actuals walking fast from a Burndown!
He had a Lean face and a sunken in belly
When he laughed nothing shook like a bowlful of jelly
He was, nonetheless, a right jolly old fox
As Level as any Heijunka Box
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And pulled on that ol’ Andon Cord with a jerk!
Outcome Measured Production then ground to a halt
That cord-pulling Sensei was sure worth his salt
Then, laying his finger aside of his nose
It was Just in Time—up the chimney he rose
And I heard him exclaim as he Process Walked out of sight
“Our Fat Years** are over—the Lean start tonight!”
Copyright Alan Fine, MD, 2010
All rights reserved.
**Genesis 41: 27
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!