Stan the Foundryman's Christmas Plan

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In a foundry that hummed with a clatter and glow,
Worked Stan the Foundryman, steady and slow.
With grit on his boots and a spark in his eye,
He dreamed of a gift that would light up the sky.

“I’ll make something special, a grand holiday sight,
A casting so perfect, it’ll bring pure delight!”
He grabbed his old tools, his gloves and his hat,
And marched to the shop—no time to sit flat!

First came the molds, made of good sturdy sand,
With cores packed inside, just as Stan planned.
He rammed and he shaped, he pounded with care,
Till each mold was ready, precise and square.

Then to the furnace, where the metal must melt—
Bronze bubbled and hissed, oh, the heat could be felt!
Brass shimmered gold, and aluminum flowed,
Like rivers of light from the crucible glowed.

“Now careful, now steady,” Stan whispered with might,
As he lifted the ladle, aglow in the night.
He poured molten metal, slow, smooth, and clean,
Into sand molds so tight, not a gap could be seen.

The gates, sprues, and risers all bubbled and spat,
While the molds held their shape—Stan had done this and that.
Then silence took hold as the castings went cold,
And Stan wiped his brow. “A sight to behold!”

With hammers and tongs, he broke out each piece,
Shaking loose sand till its grip did release.
The sprues and risers were sawed and removed,
While Stan grinned wide—his work had improved!

Next came the grinding, the sparks flying bright,
Polishing and finishing deep into night.
Bronze shone like the sun, brass gleamed like a bell,
And aluminum sparkled—a story to tell.

At dawn, Stan revealed what his hands had designed:
A Christmas tree casting, both grand and refined!
The branches were bronze, smooth, sturdy, and wide,
With brass stars and bells all polished with pride.

At the tip-top, he placed his aluminum star,
It twinkled and gleamed, visible from afar.
The townsfolk all cheered, their jaws dropping low,
For Stan’s mighty casting put on quite the show.

“You made this from scratch?!” cried the mayor in awe.
“With sand molds and metal, no crack and no flaw!”
Stan grinned and replied, “It’s what we folks do,
At the foundry each day, we make old things new.”

“For casting’s a craft that takes care and precision,
It’s heat, and it’s grit, but it starts with a vision.
And just like this tree, so shiny and bright,
Our work brings the world a bit more delight.”

So now every year, when the holidays near,
The town lights Stan’s tree to spread Christmas cheer.
For foundrymen know, through the clang and the blast,
That great things are born when you mold, pour, and cast!