A Microsoft Christmas

Microsoft Before Christmas

‘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 router with care In hope that St. Nicholas would bring new software. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of wi games danced in their heads.

Office for Billy, and Norton’s for Dan, Come Dancing for Pamela Ann. The letters to Santa had been sent out by Mam, To santaclaus@toyshop.northpole.com –

Which has now been re-routed to Amazon 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 Windemere 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.

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 Win7.

More rapid than eagles the competitors came, And Bill whistled, and shouted, and called them by name. “Now, ADOBE! now, NORTON! now, INTUIT! too, Now, APPLE! and Chrome! 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 FTSE! 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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