A Futuristic Christmas 2044

My feet felt like frostbite had got them, Even though I had my suede boots on, I had just jovially returned from,   That successful Christmas shopping trip, With no other reason to feel got at or unlucky. So I put my computer on as it was November the 23rd, Which was soon enough to write all the emails, Sign all the eCards, design all the picture attachments, For all my buddies and friends - My old friends whom I’d not seen for such a long time, And of course for every one of my cousins. So I saved all my emails as a draft, But this year as I’d downloaded the Safari update, I had an automatic email and eCard sender, Which sent all my communications upon a certain date and time, If I typed in the date and time on which I wanted them to be sent. Fab, fab fab! Now that part of my life was easy: No need to worry in the hustle and bustle of the season, About greetings, end of year reviews and exchanges, Which could be composed and organised, Just when you were free to write them, Before Christmas began for real, And sent automatically at my choosing. After I did that, about four nights later, I relaxed back on my swivel chair, And put my legs up, crossing them, Elbows wide as I supported my head with my hands, Being in a state of bliss at my accomplishment: A self-made man, or person, without any demands, No creeds or ultimatums at Christmas time; A programmer almost, my computer was my deliberation, At my command and obeying my flighty choice, Because I had a Programmer’s User Interface, a PUI, Which felt as if it could ignite snow. And then there were my desktops, I just typed in the dates on which, I wanted my desktop changed, And specified the picts for these dates, Picts to mark the four Sundays of Advent, Predicting the snow (insanely), Celebrating the X-Factor final with a red X on my desktop for that night, And remembering the wise men’s visit to the inn, So I knew I would be happier this year, Every day on my computer, Doing exactly what I wanted to do, Writing poetry about the snow, Santa and Christmastide, And spending my concentration on, Programming and software engineering, Not waylaid by matters statutory. It was just amazing, My astonishment initially flabbergasted me, But I was by no means confounded by it at all, The setting of the send dates and the desktop times, Was not difficult technically, But only asked for some thought, Which is, after all, what Christmas is all about. 21/11/2015