|'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the
Not a creature was stirring, except for my mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
Katchee & I were nestled all snug in our beds,
While visions of web pages danced in our heads;
Katchee in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When in the computer room there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from our beds to see what was the matter.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
Santa at the computer drinking my beer.
He spoke not a word, but kept right at his chore.
He was typing and tweaking and much much more
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
The monitor was glowing with a strange light
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,