This poem was written by an Appcore employee. We wanted to share this with our readers and wish you all a Happy Holiday Season.
Twas' the Night Before Christmas...
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Appcore
Not a creature was working, not even one chore.
The stockings were hung by the ceiling grid with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The staff were nestled all snug at their homes,
While texts of micro-brew danced tween their phones.
The on-call tech, praying no calls would come in,
And account reps dreaming of sales, yes, a win.
When down at the factory there arose such a clatter,
The alarm was sounding, something was the matter.
I jumped in the car, I flew like a flash,
To meet our policemen, with hopes of no crash.
Approaching our parking all covered in snow
No unauthorized entry tracks did there show.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny staff dears.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than SSD his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Josh! now, Sam! now Andrew and Dave!
On, Willard! On, John! On Nick and on Nate!
To the top of the factory! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As Cloud migration before the wild routers fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the NFS sky.
So up to the top of the office they flew,
With the sleigh full of staff, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little foot.
As I entered the building, and was turning around,
Through the VPN access St Nicholas came with a bound.
In Appcore gear he was dressed, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all red, grey and black as soot.
A bundle of Clouds he had flung on his back,
He looked like a tech guru opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks Appcore red, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up in a smile,
I knew he was bringing VMs by the pile.
An e-cig he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had scanned every switch and router he left,
He tested the SAN, he was quick and so deft!
He 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 while he started reboot,
Convinced me he knew our passwords for root.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
He fixed CloudStack’s bugs, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, through the our egress he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to the Appcore team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard all exclaim, 'ere they drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"