Not a creature was stirring, well maybe my mouse;
The MacBooks and Minis were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Jobs soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of video-gaming danced in their heads;
And mamma in her
Had just settled down for a long winter's
When down on my Dell there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the
Tore open the laptop and threw up because it took me 4 minutes to come out of "sleep" because damn Bill Gates decided to do yet another hack and patch job on the crappy OS... but I digress.
Yada yada... home invasion by a stranger with a fetish for "magic" animals... sniffing and stuffing stockings... blah, blah, blah...
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
