25
Dec
11

‘Twas The Night Before Christmas (Revisited – Version 2011)

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not an ultrabook was whirring, not a touchpad nor mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
With hopes they were stuffed with Thunderbolt MacBook Airs.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Galaxy Tabs danced in their heads.
And ma in her ‘kerchief, and I with my apps,
Had settled our texting thumbs for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my standing desk to see what was the matter.
To the Nest thermostat I flew like a flash,
I turned up the heat, and to the window I dashed.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Was no task for my PowerShot, even when light is low.
Then, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But an iPhone 4S! At it, everyone leered.

With a little A5 chip, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment: this new iPhone is slick.
More rapid than eagles, web pages they came,
And the camera, and iOS 5, and the Retina Display!

“Now Siri! You listen to what I command!
You are but a humble female in my hand!
The words that I say may give you some trouble,
but don’t go around bursting everyone’s bubble!”

And though it was welcome, the new Nexus was shy,
It took more than a month to finally arrive.
But once it appeared with LTE, it flew,
With a big-ass touchscreen, and ICS, too.

Santa couldn’t compete with the gadgets we owned,
And his new Nissan Leaf was running on low,
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

By JORDAN CROOK

Source: techcrunch.com

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1 Response to “‘Twas The Night Before Christmas (Revisited – Version 2011)”


  1. 1 Lý Tầm Hoan
    25/12/2011 lúc 8:43 Chiều

    Twas the night before Christmas, when through the co-working space
    Not a creature was stirring, not even coders apace.
    The ideas were drawn on the whiteboards with care,
    In hopes that St. Venturesome soon would be there.

    The designers were nestled all snug in their beds,
    While visions of MVP’s danced in their heads.
    And boss in her flip-flops, and I in shirt tails,
    Had just cranked out work using Ruby on Rails.

    When out in the lot there arose such a clatter,
    I sprang from my futon to see what was the matter.
    Away to the window I flew like a flash,
    Peered through the iron bars and hoped for some cash.

    The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
    Gave the luster of mid-day to old bicycles below.
    When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
    But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

    With a tall tan driver, so lively with glee,
    I knew in a moment it must be St V.
    More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
    And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

    “Now Traction! now, Earnings! now, Runway and Competition!
    On, IP! On, Cash Flow!, on Margins and Pitchen!
    To the top of the building! to the top of the fence!
    Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away hence!”

    As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
    When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
    So up to the roof-top the coursers they flew,
    With the sleigh full of Cash, and St V driving through.

    And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
    The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
    As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
    Down the wire closet St Venturesome came with a bound.

    He was dressed all in docs, from his head to his foot,
    And his clothes were all garnished with questions ‘bout loot.
    A bundle of Term Sheets he had flung on his back,
    And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

    His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
    His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
    His questioning brow was drawn up like a bow,
    But the grin on his chin was as calming as snow.

    The stump of an iPhone he held tight in his teeth,
    And the glow it encircled his head like a wreath.
    He had a broad face, an iPad sheathed in taupe
    That zinged when he typed, like a tablet of hope!

    He was lithe and trim, a right buff young elf,
    And I cringed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
    A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
    Soon gave me to know I had plenty to dread.

    He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
    And unleashed the due dil, then turned with a jerk.
    And laying his finger aside of his nose,
    And giving a nod, up the wire closet he rose!

    He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
    And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
    But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove on away,
    “Happy Christmas to all; I’ll be back in a day!”


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