While the world trades iron for wrapping paper, the Brickyard doesn’t close.
It breathes.
The work doesn’t vanish because it’s Christmas. Discipline doesn’t take PTO. The mission doesn’t care about eggnog.
Stand down today. Eat with your people. Laugh loud. Feel the weight of what you’re building.
But understand this:
Tomorrow the gates swing open again.
Chain on. Gains on. Anchors up. Back to stacking bricks.
Today is a holiday. And a reset.
Merry Christmas. Happy holidays.