A Night Before Christmas - Computer

'Twas the night before Christmas,
As I sat before my Mac.
The disk drive had crashed,
I needed to get the project back.

Jordan suggested I
Try and reboot.
But none of my efforts,
would bear any fruit.

After much cussing and swearing,
I admitted defeat.
On another computer,
this job I'd complete.

This job from hell,
I'd start all from scratch.
For the customer who's
impatience none could match.

I heard a crash at the door,
and went to investigate.
There stood a man in red,
who's diameter was five eight.

He pushed his way past me
and sat at my screen.
'Twas the widest man
I had ever seen.

He plugged in three keyboards,
and a big red track ball.
I knew this was something
not possible at all.

He typed, and he kerned,
adjusted leading and tracking.
I tried to stop him,
but a voice was I lacking.

Scanning, outlining, importing and,
Adjusting colors galore.
This man in red was faster
than any I'd seen before.

In one big red blur he finished,
Sending files to print.
I couldn't believe it,
In his eyes was a kind glint.

He gathered his peripherals
All in a big sack.
Gave me a nod,
And didn't look back.

I tried to catch up to him,
but he wouldn't wait.
All I saw were his tail-lights
as he drove past the gate.

I heard him exclaim,
as he sped out of sight.
"Merry Christmas to all
and to all a good night."