Subject:  Christmas Greeting to you all! (Anon)..
Date:     Thu, 23 Dec 1999 054225 -0600 (CST)
From:     "Roy L. Beavers" 
To:       emfguru 
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........From one of our "Anon" contributors.....

Roy Beavers (EMFguru)
roy@emfguru.com

.....It is better to light a single candle than to curse the darkness.....
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Date: Wed, 22 Dec 1999 10:12:14 -0500
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To: rbeavers@llion.org
Subject: Christmas Greeting to you all!



Roy: Anon; For Cheering Pleasure.

        'Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the place
        Not a creature was working at the regular pace.
        With deadline approaching (St., Nicholas due)
        Employees were shopping till way after 2
        Or else they were greeting the season with cheer,
        Out raising their spirits and downing their beer.
        In quite a different way than the mere 9-to-5's
        The biggies were having the time of their lives
        As visions of bonuses danced in their heads,
        All nestled in tax shelters, safe from the Feds.
        And I who had lingered because of some flap
        Was more in the mood for a long winter's nap,
        When somewhere close by there arose such a clatter,
        I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter
        From office to office I flew like a flash,
        Suspecting computers that threatened to crash.
        My hunch seemed correct when I spotted a glow,
        A display screen all covered with bright greenish snow.
        Then what to my wondering eyes should appear
        But a  miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
        With a little old driver so lively and quick,
        I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
        I'd barely admired this computerized graphic
        When he gave me a smile that was almost seraphic
        And stepped from the screen, a right jolly old elf;
        I laughed when I saw this, in spite of myself.
        He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
        Went straight to the "In" Box and stopped with a jerk.
        He dumped out the memos with which it was filled
        And put in some new ones; I watched him, all thrilled.
        From there he went on to each "In" Box around
        And replaced all the nonsense ( as later I found)
        With notes that were chatty and downright amazing,
        Just heaped full of pleases and thank yous and praising.
        He turned, at the last, and winking at me,
        He vanished right into the nearest PC.
        But I heard him exclaim, "When push comes to shove,
        In the business of living the bottom line's love."

        A wish to all: Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas and a Happy and Healthy
        Y2K once you smite the bug.






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