Twas the night before Christmas, and on our website
We had s sprinkle of posting, comments were still light
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We may seldom write, but we still come & stare
Six children were nestled, all snug in their beds
While visions of gadgets danced in dads’ heads
The Pats kept on winning, the Niners not so much
Tom Brady throws footballs with a Montana-like touch
Out on the internet arose such a clatter
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter
Grabbed my iPad Air, still working just fine
All the Apple gadgets, aging like fine wine
The internet was crazy, I’d never seen such a flurry
But I must be quick, I must be in a hurry
Then I just saw him, almost did not catch it.
It’s Rotiveo– the patron saint of gadgets!
Rotiveo wore Mobile Pants, size extra tall
And his clothes were vibrating, must be a phone call
Brought a load of gadgets, and even a game
And he whistled, and shouted and called sites by name
“Now Groupon! Now Target! And Amazon too!
To Westfield! To Costco! To Fandango too!”
All over the web, he searched high and searched low
To find all the stuff, now it’s ready to go!
All across the internet, Rotiveo he flew
A storm of traffic he did see in his rear view
He found the best deals, on the very best gear
It’s so cutting edge, it will still be good next year.
The net’s overflowing with really good stuff
Getting it to work might be kind of tough
With all sorts of cords and fifty kinds of plugs
(For us early adopters, we’re used to the bugs)
Rotiveo’s got just the right thing for us all
No Cable, Blackberry, nor ‘lectronic pinball
Instead it’s Apple’s Watch and their brand new TV,
Smartphones, Chromebooks, open your eyes & you’ll see!
Joanie and Mike finished expanding their new home
Adam and Emma opening presents while living in a tropical zone
Kelvin and Serena living in Apple’s future shadow
Lucas still trying to be good don’t you know
Jake & Jen take it easy for the long weekend,
The festival of lights put their candles to an end .
Brandon & Tiffany can now fight over Evan
His first Christmas, a little slice of heaven!
How could Lucas be eight and Brandon be ten?
They’ll still love presents, all over again
Tiffany, Adam & Emma sure know Christmas is grand
Too many toys for sixty big & little hands.
Happy in doggie heaven, looking down with such glee
There is Montana, merrily running free
She still sleeps and when she does she still dreams
Mostly of eating, people food I believe
Rotiveo sprang to Roomba (hacked years before)
And away they went, after cleaning the floor
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”