The “MacNews” and “MacTech” sites will be closed Friday for Christmas. We wish all of you a happy holiday and offer this little holiday poem for your amusements.
Twas the start of a new year — 2011
Yet another 12 months of good Apple heaven
Our wish stockings were hung in our brains without care
To answer all our wishes Apple hasn’t a prayer
We Apple fans are nestled in front of our Mac
That “beleaguered” computer that’s come roaring back
While rumors of Sandy Bridge processors sound mighty good
And Light Peak and Blu-ray, oh, they’d be soooo good
And out in Cupertino there arose such a clatter
Steve Ballmer jumped out of bed to see what was the matter
Away to his private jet he flew like a flash
Kicking through piles of unsold Windows 7 Phone stash
The sun beating down on the Infinite Loop of good buzz
Gave the luster of mid-day because, well, it was
When what to Ballmer’s wondering eyes should appear
But another private jet — a Gulfstream, not a Lear
A charismatic passenger a black turtleneck wearing
Jumped out of the jet, his nostrils flaring
“Come, Jonny and Timmy and Philly, no chillin’
“We’ve got work to do on goodies so thrillin’
“There’s the iPhone — finally, to Verizon it’s flying
“And version number five will leave our competitors crying.
“The second gen iPads will keep the media humming
“But a seven-inch model, well, that’s just not coming
“Of iPods, the classic will be saying goodbye
“Cause solid state storage is the apple of my eye
“And we’ll be making the nano so teeny
“You could stuff seven into a cocktail weenie
“By summer the Lion will be free to roar
“We’ll sell a bazillion titles on the Mac App Store
“The Airs will get flatter than tea on a floor
“And the Apple TV is a hobby no more.”
Then Jobs rushed into Apple HQ, ideas a’poppin
Knowing that there was no room for gadgets a’floppin’
He glanced at Ballmer, winked and bid him goodnight.
“Ain’t no stopping us now,” he said. “And you know that’s right.”
— Dennis Sellers
