In the spirit of the holidays and with most profound apologies to Moore and/or Livingston my gift to you this holiday season is this little poem written with extreme poetic license. Please feel free to add a stanza of your own.
'Twas the night before Christmas, and in all of the NOCs
All was quiet with laptops secure in their docks;
The tapes were hung by the racks with care,
In hopes that St. Techolas soon would be there;
The techs were nestled all snug in their chairs,
While visions of the fun soon to be theirs;
And with Ballmer in his suit, and Jobs in his jeans,
Each trading barbs and being so mean.