And boss in her flip-flops, and I in shirt tails,

Had just cranked out work using Ruby on Rails.

When out in the lot there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my futon to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Peered through the iron bars and hoped for some cash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the luster of mid-day to old bicycles below.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

With a tall tan driver, so lively with glee,

I knew in a moment it must be St V.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Traction! now, Earnings! now, Runway and Competition!

On, IP! On, Cash Flow!, on Margins and Pitchen!

To the top of the building! to the top of the fence!

Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away hence!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.

So up to the roof-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of Cash, and St V driving through.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the wire closet St Venturesome came with a bound.

He was dressed all in docs, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all garnished with questions ‘bout loot.

A bundle of Term Sheets he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His questioning brow was drawn up like a bow,

But the grin on his chin was as calming as snow.

The stump of an iPhone he held tight in his teeth,

And the glow it encircled his head like a wreath.

He had a broad face, an iPad sheathed in taupe

That zinged when he typed, like a tablet of hope!

He was lithe and trim, a right buff young elf,

And I cringed when I saw him, in spite of myself!

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had plenty to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And unleashed the due dil, then turned with a jerk.

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the wire closet he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, 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 on away,

"Happy Christmas to all; I’ll be back in a day!"

<Image from crazy-frankenstein.com>

<Apologies to Clement Clarke Moore>