‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their […]
WeiterlesenSchlagwort: ‘Twas the night before Christmas
‘Twas The Night Before Christmas – Microsoft Version
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, except Papa’s mouse. The computer was humming, the icons were hopping, As Papa did last minute Internet shopping. The stockings were hung by the modem with care In hope that […]
Weiterlesen‘Twas The Day After Christmas
‘Twas the day after Christmas and all through the house Children sat slack-jawed, bored on the couch. Wrappings and toys littered the floor, An incredible mess that I did abhor. With Mom in her robe and I in my jeans, We waded in to get […]
Weiterlesen‘Twas The Night Before Christmas – Technical Version
‘Twas the nocturnal segment of the diurnal period preceding the annual Yuletide celebration, and throughout our place of residence, kinetic activity was not in evidence among the possessors of this potential, including that species of domestic rodent known as Mus musculus. Hosiery was meticulously suspended […]
WeiterlesenPolitically Correct Santa
‘Twas the night before Christmas and santa’s a wreck… How to live in a world that’s politically correct? His workers no longer would answer to “Elves”, “Vertically challenged” they were calling themselves. And labor conditions at the north pole Were alleged by the union to […]
Weiterlesen‘Twas The Night Before Startup
‘Twas the night before startup and all through the house not a program was working, there clicked not a mouse. The users were nestled all snug in their beds with visions of systems alive in their heads. The programmers slumped round their screens in despair […]
Weiterlesen‘Twas The Night Before Christmas – NASA-style
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the stars Not a creature was stirring, not even on Mars. The space boots were hung by the airlock with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The robots were nestled all snug on […]
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