Twas the night before Christmas. . .

and all through the web, people look at the sites to see what was said. The keywords were nestled, all snug in the code; while servers were whirling to carry the load. People shopped with their cards and emailed their friends and wondered what happened to pencils and pens.

The IM’s were appearing at a radical pace and Santa himself can be found on MySpace. It’s a whole new world this holiday eve, we’ve learned the Internet carries many tricks up its sleeve. When out on the web there arose such a clatter, we sprang from our computer to see what was the matter. Away to the server room we flew like flash, tore open the mainframe, seemingly quite rash. A programmer was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, and his mousepad was covered with ashes and soot. We asked him to explain this incredible scene but he just looked at us and smiled, his attitude serene. “The Internet,” he said, “is a magical thing. When used correctly much joy it can bring. It makes business work, and that is for sure. People will get to know and then you will sell more.” He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, programming sites for people to lurk. Then we heard him exclaim as he drove out of site, happy surfing to all and to all a good night!



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