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Date published: November 29, 2005
I-Xmas
by Poetry by GravyDave
Twas the last log off before I-Xmas when all over the desk top,
No emails waiting not even an IM would pop.
The stocking were all hung on the children's homepage,
In hope that I-clause would visit and engage.
They had all logged off and headed to bed,
They had visions of the emails to friends in their heads.
The Mrs in her Victoria's nighty and I in my sweats,
Had just finished camming with friends we just met.
When up popped an email alert oh so loud, of an email to us here,
I rushed to the computer to see who was there.
To the MS windows I clicked on the screen saver to better,
Open up the e-mail program and open up the letter.
The moon shining through the window bright and clear,
Gave my monitor an image of the night so dear.
When, what to my delight my eyes did see,
But an email from I-Santa and his troup of elves, there be.
With pictures and attachments so lovely and large,
I knew any moment the download would forge.
More rapid than phone line the dsl uploaded,
With clicks and ticks the email finally loaded.
On email and yahoo and AOL messenger and ICQ!
On programs I didn't know I had, it gave me a clue,
To the top of the list, to the top of the email,
It all came together in one large swell.
Packages delivered by UPS and snail mail,
Everything you ordered, no one could tell.
A tree you did not need or have,
Only the email order you have to save.
As crashed before me the screen popped and went black,
Only the tiny light of the curser for a moment was slack.
Up to the top of the monitor the curser went,
With a flash of speed it looked almost spent.
And then with a twinkle the light went away,
The flashing went idle and the monitor began to sway.
I looked at the blackness when all of a sudden,
Up popped a picture of I-Santa with his nose so redden.
His picture came in jpeg, bmp and more,
And his image was enhanced from photo editor version four.
Attachments of certificates from Amazon he had,
An abundance of gifts from Ebay for Dad.
His eyes on the monitor, his email was so forward,
His charm was like roses sent from an e-card
His words of happiness and joy, he did shine,
And his virtual image you could see online.
He had music from Napster, toys from e-store,
Picture of places I've never seen before.
He offered web sites for the taking,
To build a virtual neighborhood of reality faking.
He gave away internet access on cable's broadband,
Your modem no longer needed, in the corner it would stand.
Constant access to the Internet it would always be,
No more dial-up droppings, always online, you see.
He spoke not a word, for my speakers were not fine.
Only typing messages and chatting online.
As he finished his last message he rose,
Off of my monitor he disappeared when he chose.
He went away to his next encounter,
To the next computer, the next web page's counter.
But he typed one last message to everyone true,
Merry I-Xmas to all and to all Yahoo!!!
GravyDave © Nov. 29,2005
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