Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
The Obi's were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While Elastix dirges danced in their heads;
And mama with her Ooma, and I with a PAP,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap;
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and Future Nine tiny reindeer,
With a big jolly driver, full of vigor and vim,
I knew in a moment it must surely be him.
He was full of Magic, his eyes they did gleam,
No Localphone was this, he came on VoxBeam.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! Now, AcroVoice and Voipo!
On, CallCentric! On Anveo! On, Voip.MS and Skoypo!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all"!
As I covered my mouth to not make a sound
Down the chimney he came with a bound.
Ten Panasonics he had flung all round his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
He said, good children get toys all shiny and new,
But the others get hot coal and a hot Samsung too.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! His face full of verve!
He said, "Come, drink a toast to good power reserve!
Then he sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a shout,
"Remember to switch if a server goes out!"
Then I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
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