a stopped clock is right 2X a day

by Victor Rozek:

There you have it, right from the mouth of a modern day Nostradamus. And in the spirit of the Holiday Season, I offer the following poem with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore, because nothing says Christmas like mangled poetry.

The Night Before
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
not a keyboard was stirring not even a mouse

Old manuals were stacked by the chimney with care
in hopes they'd catch fire and burn up right there

Young hackers were nestled all snug in their beds
while visions of PlayStations danced in their heads

But downstairs the parents were caught in a bind
they were working full time but falling behind

Dad wanted more credit, Mom needed a drink
they were racking up debt and man did that stink

On iPod, on Cell Phone , on Xbox, on Wii
we'll pay it by June, you just wait and see

On flat screen, on laptop, on HDTV
let's cash in the IRA and buy a Humvee

And just when you thought that things couldn't get worse
a fat man appeared, and he uttered a curse

He broke in the house, put the gifts in his car
took all the booze and the piggy-bank jar

When the family awoke they got quite a scare
though the fridge was still full, the tree it was bare

So they sat on the couch and felt bad for a while
losing your stuff can be quite a trial

It was later that day they began to discover
though they didn't have much, they did have each other.

God de-stress us, everyone.