'Twas a night at the Greene's, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even the bunny;
The backpacks were hung in the laundry room with care,
In hopes that their homework would still be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of weekends danced in their heads;
And mamma with her books and Pat with his (back) brace,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out of the computer there arose such a clatter,
I lifted my head to see what was the matter.
Away to the screen my eyes flew like a flash,
Tore open the macbook the threw up the screen.
The moon on the keys like the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
Ha Ha Ha …. (Thank you Clement Clark Moore for being my inspiration)