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- Secret_Santa_2006
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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Net,
There were hacker's a surfing. Geeks? Yeah, you bet.
The e-mails were stacked by the modem with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
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 just settled down at my rig (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 jumped to 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,
Then 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 backpack.
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 C drive with only a stroke.
He defragged my hard drive, and added a SIM,
Then threw in some cool games, just on a whim!
He worked without noise, his fingers they flew!
He distorted some pictures with Kai's Power Goo!
He updated Office, Excel and Quicken,
Then added a screensaver with a red clucking chicken!
My eyes widened a bit, my mouth stood agape,
As he added the latest version of 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!"
............
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Net,
There were hacker's a surfing. Geeks? Yeah, you bet.
The e-mails were stacked by the modem with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
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 just settled down at my rig (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 jumped to 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,
Then 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 backpack.
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 C drive with only a stroke.
He defragged my hard drive, and added a SIM,
Then threw in some cool games, just on a whim!
He worked without noise, his fingers they flew!
He distorted some pictures with Kai's Power Goo!
He updated Office, Excel and Quicken,
Then added a screensaver with a red clucking chicken!
My eyes widened a bit, my mouth stood agape,
As he added the latest version of 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!"
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- chrisb84uk
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Ah how wonderful, I never knew you were such a poet Santa! 

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that was nice.

- Secret_Santa_2006
- Posts: 98
- Joined: Mon Sep 25, 2006 7:13 am
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chrisb84uk;489916 wrote: Ah how wonderful, I never knew you were such a poet Santa! 
Ho Ho Ho young Chris and thankyou Tater Tazz :wah:
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Ho Ho Ho young Chris and thankyou Tater Tazz :wah:
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Awwwwww santa :-4
- chrisb84uk
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You know Santa it's a shame you don't make an appearance more often because I think we could become good friends. 

- Secret_Santa_2006
- Posts: 98
- Joined: Mon Sep 25, 2006 7:13 am
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I would love to be your friend young Chris!
I'm afraid I have been very busy wrapping presents and keeping those naughty elfs and that even naughtier Rudolph in order! ho ho ho :wah:

I'm afraid I have been very busy wrapping presents and keeping those naughty elfs and that even naughtier Rudolph in order! ho ho ho :wah:
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- chrisb84uk
- Posts: 11634
- Joined: Wed Aug 10, 2005 6:29 am
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Hehehe Rudolph misbehaving is he, what a naughty reindeer, I wonder whether he is just getting his own back after all those other reindeer used to call him names! :p
And thanks for being my friend, I'm sure we will have a great time!
And thanks for being my friend, I'm sure we will have a great time!

- WonderWendy3
- Posts: 12412
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That was cute Santa, thank you!
- chocoholic
- Posts: 5819
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Hi Santa,
Here's a different version for you!
Have a Microsoft Christmas by Chet Raymo
'Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,,
except father's mouse.,
The computer was humming,,
the icons were hopping,,
As father did last-minute,
Internet shopping.,
The stockings were hung,
next the modem with care,
In the hope that Santa ,
would bring new software.
The children were nestled
all snug in their beds,
With visions of computer games
filling their heads.
Dark Forces for Billy,
Doom II is for Dan,
Carmen Sandiego
for Pamela Ann.
The letters to Santa
had been sent out by mom,
To santa@toyshop.northpole.com -
Which now had been re-routed
to Washington State
Where Santa's workshop
had been moved by Bill Gates.
All the elves and the reindeer
had had to skedaddle
To flashy new quarters
in suburban Seattle.
After living a life
that was simple and spare,
Santa now finds that
he's a new billionaire,
With a shiny red Porsche
in place of his sleigh,
And a house on Lake Washington
just down the way
From where Bill has his mansion,
and 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.
No more dolls or tin soldiers
or little toy drums
Will be under the tree,
only compact disk roms
With the Microsoft label.
So spin up your drive,
From now on Christmas runs
only on Win95.
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're all of you through,
It's 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 theme,
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 mum in her 'kerchief
and me 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 voices so bright,
HAVE A MICROSOFT CHRISTMAS,
and TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.
Here's a different version for you!
Have a Microsoft Christmas by Chet Raymo
'Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,,
except father's mouse.,
The computer was humming,,
the icons were hopping,,
As father did last-minute,
Internet shopping.,
The stockings were hung,
next the modem with care,
In the hope that Santa ,
would bring new software.
The children were nestled
all snug in their beds,
With visions of computer games
filling their heads.
Dark Forces for Billy,
Doom II is for Dan,
Carmen Sandiego
for Pamela Ann.
The letters to Santa
had been sent out by mom,
To santa@toyshop.northpole.com -
Which now had been re-routed
to Washington State
Where Santa's workshop
had been moved by Bill Gates.
All the elves and the reindeer
had had to skedaddle
To flashy new quarters
in suburban Seattle.
After living a life
that was simple and spare,
Santa now finds that
he's a new billionaire,
With a shiny red Porsche
in place of his sleigh,
And a house on Lake Washington
just down the way
From where Bill has his mansion,
and 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.
No more dolls or tin soldiers
or little toy drums
Will be under the tree,
only compact disk roms
With the Microsoft label.
So spin up your drive,
From now on Christmas runs
only on Win95.
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're all of you through,
It's 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 theme,
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 mum in her 'kerchief
and me 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 voices so bright,
HAVE A MICROSOFT CHRISTMAS,
and TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.