Hi All, a little cyber poem courtesy of PolyWogg Humor; Happy Holidays.

James "Jim" Prather
Michigan School for the Blind--1974
Central Michigan University--1980
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----- Original Message -----
From: "PW Humour" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: December 24, 2002 06:46
Subject: T'was the Internet Night Before Christmas


:   T'WAS THE INTERNET NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
:
:   'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Net,
:   There were hacker's a surfing. Nerds? Yeah, you bet.
:   The e-mails were stacked by the modem with care,
:   In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
:
:   The newbies were nestled all snug by their screens,
:   While visions of Java danced in their dreams.
:   My wife on the sofa and me with a snack,
:   We just settled down at my rig (it's a Mac).
:
:   When out in the Web there arose such a clatter,
:   I jumped to the site to see what was the matter.
:   To a new page my Mac flew like a flash,
:   Then made a slight gurgle. It started to crash!!
:
:   I gasped at the thought and started to grouse,
:   Then turned my head sideways and clicked on my mouse.
:   When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
:   My Mac jumped to a page that wasn't quite clear.
:
:   When the image resolved, so bright and so quick,
:   I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick!
:   More rapid than mainframes, more graphics they came,
:   Then Nick glanced toward my screen, my Mac called them by name;
:
:   "Now Compaq! Now Acer!", my speaker did reel;
:   "On Apple! On Gateway!" Santa started to squeal!
:   "Jump onto the circuits! And into the chip!
:   Now speed it up! Speed it up! Make this thing hip!"
:
:   The screen gave a flicker, he was into my "Ram",
:   Then into my room rose a full hologram!
:   He was dressed in all red, from his head to his shoes,
:   Which were black (the white socks he really should lose).
:
:   He pulled out some discs he had stored in his backpack.
:   Santa looked like a dude who was rarin' to hack!
:   His eyes, how they twinkled! His glasses, how techno!
:   This ain't the same Santa that I used to know!
:
:   With a wink of his eye and a nod of his head,
:   Santa soon let me know I had nothing to dread.
:   He spoke not a word, gave my Mac a quick poke,
:   And accessed my C drive with only a stroke.
:
:   He defragged my hard drive, and added a "Dimm",
:   Then threw in some cool games, just on a whim!
:   He worked without noise, his fingers they flew!
:   He distorted some pictures with Kai's Power Goo!
:
:   He updated Office, Excel and Quicken,
:   Then added a screensaver with a red clucking chicken!
:   My eyes widened a bit, my mouth stood agape,
:   As he added the latest version of Netscape.
:
:   The drive gave a whirl, as if it were pleased,
:   St. Nick coyly smiled, the computer appeased.
:   Then placing his finger on the bridge of his nose,
:   Santa turned into nothing but ones and zeros!
:
:   He flew back into my screen and through my uplink,
:   Back into the net with barely a blink.
:   But I heard his sweet voice as he flew from my sight,
:   "Happy surfing to all, and to all a good byte!"
:
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