'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the NOC
All the Technicians were rushing, even our boss.
The cable bundles were hung on the racks with care,
In hopes that new servers soon would be there.
The parts were nestled all snug in their boxes,
While tickets for upgrades danced in the queues.
And the CSAs on their phones, and the SBTs doing builds,
Had just settled our brains for a long day of work.
When out on the forums there arose such a clatter,
Everyone sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.
Away to our computers we flew like ssd drives,
Tore open the browser and threw up the /.
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 a miniature Smart Car with the three bars logo on YouTube.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Lance!
As he sped off, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew to give him a push.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"