2012
A single verse came to me 10 days before Christmas. The thought
of Santa operating like the rest of the world... scheduling deliveries,
notifications by email, tracking his flight. It worked and came
out interesting.
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T’was
the night before Christmas, and all
through the house,
The computer
was quiet and so was the mouse.
The smart phones were on vibrate, the
tablets asleep,
Waiting for anything that might cause
them to beep.
The stockings were hung by the fireplace
with care,
Knowing that St. Nicholas soon would be
there.
The website had been checked, not once,
but twice,
So we knew we were all on the list that
said “Nice”.
The dogs were asleep, the cat was
purring,
As she had this dream that kept
recurring.
I knew that I soon should be going to
bed,
But there still were some things
rattling
round in my head.
I headed to the computer to do some
research,
The screensaver showed snow covering a
birch.
I moved the mouse and then opened a
browser
Which was such a dog they nick-named it
“schnauzer”.
I went first to the website,
NorthPole.com
Where they tracked Santa’s flight on a global
Tom Tom.
They showed the sleigh’s progress
as it swept
cross the lands,
Moving north, then west, filling all the
demands.
I opened up Santa’s personal Facebook
page
To see all the postings, too many to
gauge.
I looked at the counter that showed
millions of likes,
I’ll bet that gave their servers some
really high spikes.
I next checked my inbox, that would tell
the tale,
It immediately popped up and said
“You’ve got mail!”
There was the message telling when
Santa’d arrive,
I clicked on it to open and it came
alive.
“This is your notification for your
service call.
A four hour window goes out to all.
Between 12am and 4am is what we’ve
predicted,
Unless Santa’s other deliveries get him
conflicted.”
So I put things on standby, it was time
for some sleep,
Off to bed I went, set on counting the
sheep.
It was not very long before I was
dreaming
About watching some video that my
computer was streaming.
When out on the lawn there arose such a
clatter.
I got out of bed to see what was the
matter.
I heard a ping and a whistle then a
chirp-chirping noise.
I thought maybe the dog was playing with
his toys.
I looked out the window, and what should
appear
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny
reindeer.
I then saw the driver, so dexterous, so
quick,
I knew in an instant it must be St.
Nick.
He looked to his deer, his smart phone
did flame,
Then he twittered and tweeted and texted
their names.
On Dasher, on Dancer, on Comet on
Stupid.
“Bloody auto-correct! I meant to say
Cupid.”
On Blitzen, on Vixen, on Prancer and
Goner.
“Blast it! Not again. That was supposed
to be Donner.
He threw down his cell and started to
bawl,
“Now dash away, dash away, dash away
all.”
The deer started running and leapt to
the sky.
It looked like some very well done CGI.
Around they went and then up on the
roof,
I could hear the prancing and pawing of
each tiny hoof.
Then from the fake fireplace there came
a sound,
And St. Nicholas crashed and came out
with a bound.
He was quite good, I’ll have to admit.
The virtual fire didn’t hurt him a bit.
He just lit up the room, his outfit did
shine,
With tons of L-E-Ds worked in so fine.
I mused for a moment of how it did glow,
He must have told his tailor to just
“Make it sew.”
He gave me a wink and then went to his
work,
Putting out presents while wearing a
smirk.
In a second he went over, finished milk
and cookies,
He looked at me, “What? You think I’m a
rookie?”
He moved to the fireplace, his finger
‘side his nose,
A bang, and a crash, and up the chimney
he rose.
But I heard him exclaim as he flew out
of sight,
“Happy texting to all, and to all a Good
Byte!”
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Copyright
2012 by
Brian
and Shirley Dean
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