'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 modem
with care
In hope that St. Nicholas would
bring new software.
The children were nestled all snug
in their beds,
While visions of computer games
danced in their heads.
PageMaker for Billy, and Quicken
for Dan,
And Carmen Sandiego for Pamela Ann.
The letters to Santa had been sent
out by Mom,
To [email protected]
-
Which has now been re-routed to Washington
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 Washington 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 toy soldiers or
little toy drums (ahem - pardon me)
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 Win95.
More rapid than eagles the competitors
came,
And Bill whistled, and shouted,
and called them by name.
"Now, ADOBE! now, CLARIS! now, INTUIT!
too,
Now, APPLE! and NETSCAPE! 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 NASDAQ! 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.