The Night Before Christmas, Computer Geek Style

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a hard drive was stirring, nor was there a clicking mouse.
The software was resting on the shelf with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas had upgrades to Spare.
The users were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of the web danced in their heads.
And PC's quiet in their stations, and I in my lazy boy,
Had just settled down with today's error log - oh joy!

When out on the Server there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the NT's monitor I flew like a flash,
The Blue Screen of Death, Yet Another Crash!
The night outside the window glowing with new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of an all-niter to the lost objects below.
When what to my wondering ears did I hear,
But my Server going "HoHoHo" in my ear!
And across my blue-screen came sleigh and 8 reindeer!

Animated Gif and all, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick!
More rapid than flying eagles the hard drives became,
Good ol' Santa on the screen called them by name!
"Now C drive! Now D drive! Now Proxy Server Please!
On Reboot! On Restart! Keep Running, Dont Tease!
Restore the Domain! Bring up the Firewall!
Now Dash Away! Dash Away! Dash Away All!"

So back to full power the Server flew,
My face a big smile, and Santa's too.
And then in a twinkling I seen on the screen,
My usual desktop all neat, and the logs clean.
As I drew back my hand and was turning around,
A glorious thought struck and shook the ground.
"Twas the Night Before Christmas and You Know what that means,
Double-time plus expenses, one last fee for the year it seems!"

A wink of my eye and a twist of my head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
The Server already sending email invoice on que,
And all this without a single thing for me to do!!
And laying a finger along side my nose,
I poured a stiff drink as the story goes.
I sprang up the stairs and let out a long whistle,
And away my troubles flew like the down of a thistle.
And my users heard me exclaim, as I skipped out of sight...
"Merry Christmas to All, And to All a Bug-Free Night!!"

(adapted by yours truly from the original poem by C.C. Moore) :D)