Sip from the Firehose

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a programmer was coding, Not even using his mouse.

The programs were all prepared, tested and engineered

In hopes that they would run before St. Nicholas appeared.

The coders were snuggled all comfy in the beds,

While visions of class models swarmed in their heads.

And my manager with his spreadsheet and I with my tablet,

Had just settled in for an evening watching the net.

When out in the cloud, there arose such a clatter,

I ran to my keyboard to see what’s the matter.

Away to the system my fingers did fly,

Scanned drives, folders and code with my eye.

What did I find as I did searched and breakpointed,

NORAD using up bandwidth to track the appointed.

A man with white beard, red suit, big belly and reindeer,

Causing brownouts across my network and multi-tier.

After finding the coding problem, and employing a quick patch,

I could now get back to my next regular expression match.

And just after code, unit tests and documentation was complete,

I heard "Merry Christmas to all programmers and to the users they meet!"

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Happy Holidays, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Christmas, Festivus, Pancha Ganapati, Ramadan, Malkh, St. Stephen’s Day, Boxing Day, Malanka, Human Light, and Happy New Year to everyone!

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