‘Twas the Night Before Production
adaptation by Chris Pollach
'Twas the night before Production, when all through the Appeon house
Not a creature was stirring, not even Armeen’s mouse;
The stockings were hung by the developers chimneys with care,
In hopes that St. Nick’s software would soon be there;
The PowerServers were nestled all snug in their racks,
While ZhaoKai backed-up their data, oh there was stacks;
The marketing manager Sally in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long tester's nap,
When out in the hall there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my Laptop to see what was the matter.
Away to the PowerBuilder WorkSpace I flew like Macromedia flash,
Not a creature was stirring, not even Armeen’s mouse;
The stockings were hung by the developers chimneys with care,
In hopes that St. Nick’s software would soon be there;
The PowerServers were nestled all snug in their racks,
While ZhaoKai backed-up their data, oh there was stacks;
The marketing manager Sally in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long tester's nap,
When out in the hall there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my Laptop to see what was the matter.
Away to the PowerBuilder WorkSpace I flew like Macromedia flash,
Opened the Browser and enjoyed the animations splash,
Engineering's build of PowerBuilder was like the new-fallen snow,
It gave promise of so many new features - listed below,
When, what to my wondering eyes - Santa did appear,
With InfoMaker goodies in his sleigh pulled by eight tiny reindeer,
With a little native database driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment that DBMS was designed by St. Nick.
More rapid than streaming electrons the datum they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, as he categorized them by name;
"Now, Logan! now, John! now, Mark! and VIXEN!
On, Julie! on Ken! on, Danny and BLITZEN!
To the edge of the ISP! Through the Appeon fire-wall!
And he whistled, and shouted, as he categorized them by name;
"Now, Logan! now, John! now, Mark! and VIXEN!
On, Julie! on Ken! on, Danny and BLITZEN!
To the edge of the ISP! Through the Appeon fire-wall!
Now process away! Process away! Process away all!"
As the new applications under PowerServer did fly,
When they met with a user their new features they did try,
So up to the menu and toolbar the mouse pointers they flew,
To display a full load of new data, images, and animations too!
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the desktop - mystified,
A message signaling a new PowerClient App had just arrived.
As I pointed my PowerLauncher to the new URL, and was turning around,
A message alerted me that the new application was ready … it looked sound.
The project manager was dressed all in fur, from her head to her feet,
And the red robe was all polished, and she even had someone to meet;
A bundle of Cloud applications she had flung on her back,
Most of the programmer’s had agreed, so a DataWindow she also did pack.
The Engineers faces -- how they twinkled! Their dimples how merry!
Their cheeks were like roses, their noses like a cherry!
One droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
The “Director of relations” his beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
The Logs from the PowerServer he held tight in his teeth,
New ideas for PowerBuilder & SnapDevelop encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a black belt round his belly,
Using moves he learned in TaeKwonDo, the guards shook like jelly.
The “release guy” was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed 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 nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And deployed all the new applications; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up all the PowerServers rose;
He sprang to his laptop, to his development team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, for a beer at the pub “The English Thistle”.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out in the night,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND NO GPF’s IN SIGHT!"
A message alerted me that the new application was ready … it looked sound.
The project manager was dressed all in fur, from her head to her feet,
And the red robe was all polished, and she even had someone to meet;
A bundle of Cloud applications she had flung on her back,
Most of the programmer’s had agreed, so a DataWindow she also did pack.
The Engineers faces -- how they twinkled! Their dimples how merry!
Their cheeks were like roses, their noses like a cherry!
One droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
The “Director of relations” his beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
The Logs from the PowerServer he held tight in his teeth,
New ideas for PowerBuilder & SnapDevelop encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a black belt round his belly,
Using moves he learned in TaeKwonDo, the guards shook like jelly.
The “release guy” was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed 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 nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And deployed all the new applications; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up all the PowerServers rose;
He sprang to his laptop, to his development team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, for a beer at the pub “The English Thistle”.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out in the night,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND NO GPF’s IN SIGHT!"
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| Merry Christmas from everyone at Appeon! |
