Twas the Night Before Christmas 2054

Twas the night before Christmas in 2054 The only sound being robotic mice on the floor Our digital wish-lists were hung with ultra-precision Above the virtual fireplace in pre-supposition Of the anticipated arrival of a hypothetical being. The miniature adults were dormant in their pods As eidolon confiture twinkled their nods While responsible progenitors with 'Bed Head" applied Had concluded their thoughts for the long Winter's night. Then out on the Astroturf there began such a frattle. Startled from our beds to witness the sprattle We opened our security cams to survey the scene Frame by frame we analyzed what we were seeing. The spotlight that shone on the new fallen snow, Made fulsome the green of our false mistletoe, And, at that very moment a freeze-frame laid bare A cutting edge sleigh pulled by eight robotic deer. Its jovial driver was dressed all in scarlet; I knew it must be the Santa of myth, For he was down our chimney with a bag of toys And lickety-split back without making a noise. It was over in a twinkle - he was gone with a whoosh As you can imagine our confusion was profuse And although his reindeer were mechanical frames He recited out loudly and called all their names. Come Bolter, come Byte-r come Laser and Algorithm, Come Orbiter, Come Thyristor, Come Thunder and Mixem As he circled the rooftop in a Gigabyte of starlight He shouted LOL three times- as his sleigh zoomed skyward.