An Internet Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Net,
There were hacker's a surfing. (Nerds? Yeah: you bet!)

The e-mails were stacked in the inbox with care,
And lots of spam too, so please be aware.

The newbies were nestled all snug by their screens,
While visions of Java danced in their dreams.

My wife on the sofa, and me with a snack,
We settled down with my rig (Yeah: it's a Mac).

When out in the Web there arose such a clatter,
I jumped to the site to see what was the matter.

To a new page my Mac flew like a flash,
Then made a slight gurgle. It started to crash!

I gasped at the thought and started to grouse,
Then turned my head sideways and clicked on my mouse.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
My Mac showed a page that wasn't quite clear.

When the image resolved, so bright and so quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick!

More rapid than mainframes, more graphics they came,
Nick glanced toward my screen, my Mac called them by name.

"Now Compaq! Now Acer!", my speaker did reel;
"On Apple! On Gateway!" Santa started to squeal!

"Jump onto the circuits! And into the chip!
Now speed it up! Speed it up! Make this thing hip!"

The screen gave a flicker, he was into my RAM,
Then into my room rose a full hologram!

He was dressed in all red, from his head to his shoes,
Which were black (the white socks he really should lose).

He pulled out some discs he had stored in his pack.
Santa looked like a dude who was rarin' to hack!

His eyes, how they twinkled! His glasses, how techno!
This ain't the same Santa that I used to know!

With a wink of his eye and a nod of his head,
Santa soon let me know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, gave my Mac a quick poke,
And accessed my hard drive with only a stroke.

He defragged all my files, and added a DIMM,
Then threw in some cool games, just on a whim!

He worked without noise, his fingers they sure flew!
He distorted some pictures with Kai's Power Goo!

He updated Office, Excel and then Quicken,
Then added a screensaver with a red clucking chicken!

My eyes widened a bit, my mouth stood agape,
As he loaded up Firefox, and dumped my Netscape.

The drive gave a whirl, as if it were pleased,
St. Nick coyly smiled, the computer appeased.

Then placing his finger on the bridge of his nose,
Santa turned into nothing but ones and zeros!

He flew back into my screen and through my uplink,
Back into the net with barely a blink.

But I heard his sweet voice as he flew from my sight,
"Happy surfing to all, and to all a good byte!"

Posted December 23, 2009

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