'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the forums, not a hard drive was stirring, nor even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the monitors with care, in hope that St. Nick soon would be there. The children were snuggled all tucked in their beds, dreams of video cards danced in their heads. And momma in her kerchief and I in my cap, had just settled in for a long winters nap, when out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The glare of a monitor on the new fallen snow, gave the lustre of my cubicle to the objects below, when what to my tired eyes should appear, a miniature sleigh and eight reindeer. With a little old Admin so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick.
More rapid than DSL his cursors they came, he whistled and backspaced and called them by name,
Now DOS, now Windows, now BeOS, now Linux, on Mandrake on Redhat, on Lindows and Unix.
To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall, now dash away dash away, dash away all!
As dry sheets of data before the wild tech fly, when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky, with a sleigh full of components and St. Nick too.
And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand and was turning around, out of the server room St. Nick did bound. He was all dressed in Goretex from his head to his foot and his clothes were all tarnished with ink stains and soot.;
A bundle of Software he had flung on his back, he looked like a peddler just getting a Mac.
His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples so merry, his cheeks were like roses his nose like a cherry. and the beard on his chin was white as the snow.
The stump of a pencil he held in his teeth, the smoke from a burnt cap, circled his head like a wreath. He had a broad little face and a round little belly that shook when he laffed, he'd eaten to many rolls with jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old Tech. and I laffed when I saw him in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a click of his mouse, soon gave me to know I'd nothing to dread;
He typed not a word but went straight to his work and filled all the stockings, I felt like a jerk.
And laying a finger aside of his mouse, and giving a nod, up the skylight he rose; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle and away they flew, like bytes on a hard drive, when you just clicked delete
But I heard him exclaim ere he flew out of sight Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
Merry Christmas Sysopt and all who come here
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