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The Night Before Christmas.

’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a computer was stirring, not even its mouse. The cables were run all neatly with care, in hopes maybe a new screen would tomorrow appear. The cellphones and tablets hibernating soundly, lay ready for video of good friends and family. And parents and loved ones settle ready to gift, while snowfall outdoors settles nasty in drifts. Then out on the prairie there arose such a clatter, the good townsfolk of Glasgow could not help but gander. Swiftly to their windows the people did rush, to see the commotion, the ruckus, the fuss.

The moon lit brightly Second Avenue South, as word of what’s happening spread quickly by mouth. For landed in downtown a shiny red sleigh, eight reindeer a-drawing, some munching on hay. A round, bright-eyed driver; beard white, bushy and thick, it was clear to bystanders it must be St. Nick. Sure footed as Scotties his coursers did bounce, as Santa he whistled, shouted, pronounced. “Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen; on Comet, on Cupid, Dunder and Blixem!”

“To the top of the town, hospital to high school, now dash away, dash away, dash away all!”. As a dry tumbleweed across fields tumble, darts, in to the big sky our friend Santa departs. Up high to the rooftops his reindeer they flew, sleigh laden with tech gifts for me and for you! Deftly, fleet footed they landed with care, as to not wake the sleeping beneath unaware. Those that bore witness the magic abound, down their chimney St. Nicholas came without sound. Dressed smartly in red from his head to his foot, the Montana winter from his jacket he shook.

A brown sack of presents he hauled on his back, wide smiling by the tree as he opened his pack. His eyes - how they twinkled, filled completely with cheer, cheeks rosy perhaps from a third Knuckle beer. Beneath frosty white beard grinning broad as horizon, gifts of all kinds he piled to please, wow and wisen. A laptop for William, an Xbox for Sam, a charger for Lori and headphones for Pam. Gifts which had bluetooth, gifts which had wireless, from chimney to chimney his gifting was tireless. Games, iPads, accessories all wrapped up with bows, smart technology purchases legend has it he knows.

Once the pile was made beneath tree and on mantle, he shook with a laugh, a ho-ho-ing, a jangle. For Christmas he knew was a time for rejoicing, our shared festive spirit amongst us all voicing. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, gave everyone hope without yet a word said. Up sprang merry gent as he got back to work, for morning was coming and he’d no time to shirk. And laying a finger aside of his nose, back up that dark chimney he quickly arose. Once back to his sleigh he climbed right aboard, cheery the eve he delivers his hoard. A quick shout to his reindeer saw them ready to fly, ready for rooftop and Christmas Eve sky. But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Happy Christmas to Glasgow, and to all a good night.

It’s not your imagination or the ghost of Christmas past, this article first appeared last festive season. So many of you suggested I resurrect it for this year however, I thought I’d oblige. Merry Christmas, Tech Space readers!

 

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