12.24.08
Night Before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, well maybe my mouse;
The MacBooks and Minis were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Jobs soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of video-gaming danced in their heads;
And mamma in her thong ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nookie nap,
When down on my Dell there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the Vista Windows I flew like a flash,
Tore open the laptop and threw up because it took me 4 minutes to come out of “sleep” because damn Bill Gates decided to do yet another hack and patch job on the crappy OS… but I digress.
Yada yada… home invasion by a stranger with a fetish for “magic” animals… sniffing and stuffing stockings… blah, blah, blah…
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”
