‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the code,
Not a bug was stirring, no errors bestowed.
The laptops were stacked on the desks with care,
In hopes that innovative ideas soon would flare.
The programmers nestled all snug in their chairs,
With visions of clean code, free from software snares.
And our AI in its server, and I in my app,
Had just settled our tasks for a long winter’s nap.
When out in the cloud there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the console, I flew like a flash,
Tore open the browser and cleared up the cache.
The moonlight on the screen of my device
Gave a luster of algorithms precise,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a bundle of updates, all ready to steer.
With a savvy new algorithm, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than broadband his updates they came,
And he whistled and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, Codebase! Now, Data Set! Now, Encryption and Protocol!
On, Cybersecurity! On, Blockchain! On, Firewall to extol!
To the top of the server! To the edge of the net!
Now update away! Update away! Update away yet!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the mainframe the updates they flew,
With a sleigh full of tech, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the cloud
The prancing and pawing of each little sound.
As I drew in my code and was turning around,
Down the ethernet, St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in data, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with circuits and soot.
A bundle of gadgets he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a hacker just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like RAM, his nose like a berry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a mouse he held tight in his hand,
And the light, it encircled his head like a band.
He had a broad face and a round little belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old tech,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of code’s beck.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And updated all systems, then turned with a jerk.
And laying a finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the server he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy coding to all, and to all a good byte!”
May your holidays be filled with joy, laughter, and seamless updates! Our technicians will be available for on call emergencies throughout the holiday season should you need us!
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