> '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 [EMAIL PROTECTED] 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 skedaddle > To flashy new quarters in suburban Seattle. > > After centuries of a life that was simple and spare, > St. Nicholas is suddenly a new billionaire, > > With a shiny red Porsche in the place of his sleigh, > And a house on Lake Washington that's just down the > way > > From where Bill has his mansion. The old fellow > preens > In black Gucci boots and red Calvin Klein jeans. > > The elves have stock options and desks with a view, > Where they write computer code for Johnny and Sue. > > More rapid than eagles the competitors came, > And Bill whistled, and shouted, and called them by > name. > > "Now, ADOBE! now, CLARIS! now, INTUIT! too, > Now, APPLE! and NETSCAPE! you are all of you > through, > > It is Microsoft's SANTA that the kids can't resist, > It's the ultimate software with a traditional twist > - > > Recommended by no less than the jolly old elf, > And on the package, a picture of Santa himself. > > Get 'em young, keep 'em long, is Microsoft's scheme, > And a merger with Santa is a marketer's dream. > > To the top of the NASDAQ! to the top of the Dow! > Now dash away! dash away! dash away - wow!" > > And Mama 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, > The whir and the hum of our satellite platter, > > As it turned toward that new Christmas star in the > sky, > The SANTALITE owned by the Microsoft guy. > > As I sprang from my bed and was turning around, > My computer turned on with a Jingle-Bells sound. > > And there on the screen was a smiling Bill Gates > Next to jolly old Santa, two arm-in-arm mates. > > And I heard them exclaim in voice so bright, > Have a MICROSOFT CHRISTMAS, and TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.
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