'Twas the night before Christmas, and all 'cross the 'Fritter
All the Macs were asleep, though some hard drives did twitter
The cases were polished with the greatest of care
In the hopes that St. Nicolas soon would be there.
Jon's kids were nestled all snug in there bed
While eeun's did whatever Canadians did
Tom was still up, as often he was
And Dr. Bob was... well, you know what he was
When outside my window there arose such a noise
At first I though it was the MLA boys
I set down my Shiner to go have a look
and picked up my Claymore, if'n it was a crook
The moon was a sliver on this cool Texas night
And what I heard next almost gave me a fright
I could've sworn that I heard someone sing
"But wait... there's just one more thing"
I looked in my parlour to see someone strange,
At least it was wierd in my home on the range
There stood Steve Jobs in all or his glory
He chuckled and then stammered
"Hey Reverend, don't worry."
"I've got a plan for all those old Macs.
I'm going to pay you cash for'em, stacks and stacks"
I thought he was lying so I said "OK, prove it"
and a wad of ten thousand from his pocket he removed it.
He said "Spread this 'round your buddies online"
and I thought "Uh-huh, yeah sure, OK, fine."
The next thing I knew, I awoke with a pain
Last night was a blur, although I remember some rain
I also remember a whole lot of beer
Musta been my own version of some Christmas Cheer
But as I sit here typing happy wishes
"Merry Christmas, you sorry sons of bitches!"