A Visit From MacSanta
'Twas the week before Christmas, and all through the house
Not an input device was stirring, not even the mouse.
The stockings were hung by the computers with care,
In hopes that MacSanta soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of software danced in their heads.
I heard a noise in the office, and checked on the sound,
Down the chimney, MacSanta, he came with a bound.
He was dressed all in Bondi, from his ports to his screen,
he was so darned shiny, one blazin' machine.
A bundle of coupons he had flung on his back,
he looked like a circular, just opening his pack.
He spoke just one word (in that voice they call Fred),
"Discounts", yes "Discounts" is just what he said.
With coupon MACSANTA07, I saved twenty percent.
On software this great? That's money well-spent!
Then he sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a Basso,
and away they all flew, they really hauled ass-o!
But I heard him exclaim, as he took to the air:
"Happy Christmas to all! Enjoy your software!"