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Twas the Night Before Leopard
Apologies to Clement Moore.
Twas the night before Leopard, when all through the house
Not a keyboard was stirring, not even a mouse.
The laptops were opened on tables with care,
In hopes that the new release soon would be there.
The hackers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Cover Flow danced in their heads.
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had turned off our router for a Halloween nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But an overgrown apple with a yin-yang veneer.
With a little old driver, for all to be seen,
Dressed in a turtleneck, sneakers, and jeans.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
'Now Bertrand! now, Tribble! now, Tipper and Al!
On, Wozzie! On, Wozzie! on, on - be my pal!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!'
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the Apple of Toys, and Steven Jobs too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard up above
The sound as the CDs descended with love.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney they all came with a bound.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Inserted the CDs, then turned with a jerk.
And putting his finger on the button for power,
Watched each screen come lit with a tropical flower!
He sprang to his apple, 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 Leopard to all, and to all a good-night!'