Practically the night before Pyslentmas
Twas the night before Christmas, and on our website
All had stopped posting, and comments were light
WordPress still running Pyslent with due care
We may seldom post, but we still come & stare
Five 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 Williams! And Sonoma too!
To Geary’s! To Costco! online the Interview!”
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 FireTV and Galaxy S5,
Smartphones, Chromebooks, Teslas and shiny new knives!
Joanie and Mike happily creating their new home
Adam and Emma opening presents while living in a snow dome
Kelvin and Serena packed to travel so far
Hong Kong with family, I bet Lucas is the star
Jake watching snow fall in Utah with Jen,
Happily married, three months Of virtual heaven.
Brandon & Tiffany waiting for a third sibling
Two not much longer, waiting to see what santa will bring !
Lucas’ is seven and Brandon is nine
For all their presents, they Sure will be fine
Tiffany, Adam & Emma sure know Christmas is grand
Too many toys to hold in thirty little hands.
Happy in doggie heaven, looking down with such glee
There is Montana, so happily 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!”