The day before Christmas, and all through the shop, all was a crisis, with problems non-stop.
Nothing was working, and all claimed they'll wait, for Fedex arriving, with parts that were late.
The phone was a ringings, and drop-ins galore, demanding their machines, with promises of more.
The boxes were stuffed with spyware to find, a virus and malware, updates far behind.
The PC's on benches, with some on the floor, If I can find more room, I'll work on some more.
But then with a beep, a crash and a hang, Mac Mini destructed, with a small bang.
No lights, no power, no fan, no clue. Another BGA failure, not much I can do.
And then came a crashing, a smash and a thud, my office invaded, by kids wanting blood.
My PC, my MacBook, my printer, not done. If I don't deliver, There will be no fun.
No way to be ready, I can only dream. But I have a solution. I'll go get ice cream.