‘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 beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long winter’s 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 moon on the breast of the new-fallen […]
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 St. Nicholas would bring new software. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of computer games danced in their heads. PageMaker for Billy, and Quicken for Dan, And Carmen Sandiego for Pamela Ann. The letters to Santa had been sent out by Mom, To santaclaus@toyshop.northpole.com – Which has now been re-routed to Washington State Because Santa’s workshop has been bought by Bill Gates. All the elves and reindeer have had to […]
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 the place clean. When suddenly the doorbell: it started to clatter, I sprang to the Security-View to check out the matter. The new-fallen snow, now blackened with soot, Was trampled and icy and treacherous to foot. But suddenly in view, did I gasp and pant: An unhappy bill collector and eight tiny accountants. The door flew open and in they came, Stern-looking men with bills in my name. On Discover, on Visa, on American Express, […]
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 from the forward edge of the wood burning caloric apparatus, pursuant to our anticipatory pleasure regarding an imminent visitation from an eccentric philanthropist among whose folkloric appellations is the honorific title of St. Nicholas. The prepubescent siblings, comfortably ensconced in their respective accommodations of repose, were experiencing subconscious visual hallucinations of variegated fruit confections moving rhythmically through their cerebrums. My conjugal partner and I, attired in our nocturnal head coverings, were about to take slumberous […]
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 stifle the soul. Four reindeer had vanished, without propriety, Released to the wilds by the Humane society. And equal employment had made it quite clear That Santa had better not use just reindeer. So dancer and donner, comet and cupid, Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid! The runners had been removed from his sleigh; The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A. And people had started to call for the […]
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 and felt that a miracle now would be fair.
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 their tires, As visions of upgrades danced through their wires; Mom put on her headset while I counted prime numbers, We had settled our brains for a long winter’s slumber, When out on the dome there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my sack to see what was the matter. Away to the porthole I flew like a flash, And tore open the air filter with a great clash. The moons on the crest […]
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