[RESEND] Re: [Coco] An Early Merry Season Greeting To Ya'll

Dennis Bathory-Kitsz bathory at maltedmedia.com
Fri Dec 12 11:32:38 EST 2003


And the Grinch said, "Sounds like a virus to me."

On Thursday, December 11, 2003, at 12:35  PM, Dave Kelly wrote:

> The Net Before Christmas
>
> 'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the nets
> Not a mousie was stirring, not even the pets.
> The floppies were stacked by the modem with care
> In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
>
> The files were nestled all snug in a folder
> The screen saver turned on, the weather was colder.
> And leaving the keyboard along with my mouse
> I turned from the screen to the rest of the house.
>
> When up from the drive there arose such a clatter
> I turned to the screen to see what was the matter.
> Away to the mouse I flew like a flash,
> Zoomed open a window in fear of a crash...
>
> The glow from the screen on the keyboard below
> Gave an electronic luster to all my macros.
> When what to my wondering eyes should appear
> But a little sleigh icon with eight tiny reindeer
>
> And a tiny disk driver so SCSI and quick
> I knew in a nano it must be Saint Nick.
> More rapid than trackballs his cursors they came,
> He whistled and shouted and faxed them by name.
>
> "Now Flasher! Now Dasher! Now Raster and Bixel!
> On Phosphor! On Photon! On Baudrate and Pixel!
> To the top of the stack. To the top of the heap."
> Then each little reindeer Made a soft beep.
>
> As data that before the wild electrons fly,
> When they meet with a node, mount to the drive,
> So up to the screentop the cursors they flew
> With a sleigh full of disks and databits, too.
>
> And then in a twinkling I heard the high whine
> Of a modem connecting at a baud rate so fine.
> As I gazed at the screen with a puzzling frown
> St. Nicholas logged on though I thought I was down.
>
> He was dressed all in bytes from header to footer
> And the words on the screen said "Don't you reboot 'er."
> A bundle of bits he had flung on his back
> And he looked like a programmer starting his hack.
>
> His eyes how they glazed, his hair was so scary,
> His cola was Jolt, not flavored with cherry.
> His droll little mouth was drawn up like a GIF
> And the pixels of his beard sure gave me a lift.
>
> The stump of a routine he held tight in his code
> And I knew he had made it past the last node.
> He spoke not a word but looked right at me
> And I saw in a flash his file was .SEA.
>
> He self-decompressed and I watched him unfold,
> Into a jolly old elf, a sight to behold.
> And the whispering sound of my hard drive's head
> Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
>
> He went straight to his work without saying a word
> And filled all the folders of this happy nerd.
> And 'tis the whole truth, as the story is told,
> That giving a nod up the window he scrolled,
> He sprang to the serial port as if truly on fire
> And away they all flew down the thin copper wire.
>
>
>
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