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‘Twas two weeks before Christmas, and all about the data warehouse,
Every employee was stirring, busy clicking their mouse;
The stockings were hung on our cubicle walls with care,
In hopes that year-end bonus checks soon would be there.

The data were nestled all snug in their test beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in DBA's heads; 
Working together, the Business and IT, for collaboration is best,
All had just settled in, for a winter night's long, pre-production test.

When out in the parking lot there arose such a clatter,
We all sprang from our desk chairs to see what was the matter;
Away to the window we flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the crest of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below;
When, what to our wondering eyes should appear?

The Big Boss Man dressed up as Santa,
Carrying eight tiny candles, to Light the Menorah.

We descended the stairs to the lobby, so lively and quick,
We wanted to know in mere moments, if this was some trick;
The Big Boss Man greeted us, as into the lobby we all did file,
He whistled, and shouted, then gave us a big grinning smile.

He was dressed all in faux fur, from his head to his toes,
And his clothes were well-tailored with buttons and bows;
A bundle of bonus checks he had flung on his back,
We were as giddy as young children as he opened the sack.

His eyes—how they twinkled, his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And we laughed when we saw him, in spite of ourselves;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave us to know, we had nothing to dread.

And these were the words that carefully he said:

“Whether you celebrate Christmas or Hanukkah, Kwanzaa or Festivus,
Whether for you, these are Holy Days or holidays, or simply a rest for us,
My words are the same, and they are just as bright:

Peace, Love, and Happiness to All,
And to all—A Good Night.”

To you and yours, from the entire OCDQ Blog family.