The Night Before Christmas at Cranfield

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the DAS

The scientists were working, ensuring no data loss.

The stockings were hung by the U-tube with care,

In hopes that the last tracer would soon be there;

These scientists weren't nestled all snug in their beds,

Instead seismic and chemical data danced in their heads;

And GCCC's Jeimin Lu in his hard hat of maize,

Had just settled in for a long computer gaze.

Then, to Rebecca Smyth's eyes appeared a sure sign

The mass spec readings indicated methane on the decline,

And she was heard to exclaim, in the fluorescent light

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."