'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Hackers were plotting mischief, via a wireless mouse.
They slouched around the couch with wires at their feet,
And out of boredom they hacked the mainframe from Wall Street.
Cigarettes and coffee their only hors d’oeuvres,
The geeks dreamed of waging an operating system war.
Hacking into banks, they ‘borrowed’ funds from Bill Gates,
Depositing them into Andrew Tanenbaum’s estate.
"O Tanenbaum, O Tanenbaum, your Linux does delight us,"
Sang Joey, smirking throughout his song of Christmas.
Soon, Tami got mad at this mundane tradition
So she issued a dare to take up as their season’s mission:
"Let’s write a virus that will kill Microsoft,
Launch it from a Trojan—hey, it worked for Joan of Arc!"
The room erupted in cheer, and the challenge began
As Donny again manipulated the Linux program.
Three pots of coffee later, the Trojan was launched:
Shot straight from a keyboard, with nary a cost.
And as the virtual horse made its destructive way,
The technophiles at last celebrated the Lord’s day.
Much later, as they sang the only Christmas song they knew,
Someone exclaimed loudly, “Look! It’s you-know-who!”
And on the television was the Microsoft founder;
Saying that he was selling out to "that Linux bounder."
The geeks thought they had won the war, and shouted with glee;
But in came the feds, arresting amid refrains of "Who, me?"
And that night from their computer-less cell, I did hear it said, with spite:
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
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