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To: William Brotherson who wrote (201)	12/24/1999 12:44:00 PM
From: William Brotherson	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2590

This one has to go up today........ A VISIT FROM ST. NICK -UPDATED! by Stan Veit With Apologies To Clement More T'was the night before Christmas and all over town, the screens were all blank, the PC were down. The hackers were all snuggled deep in their beds while graphics of computer games danced in their heads. Mom and I, without making a peep, were all settled down for a long winters sleep. When from my modem there came such a clatter, I jumped from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the console, I flew like a whisk, signed on to the net with my BBS disk. My PC on line had a screen full of snow with red and green LEDs from the modem below. When what on the color screen did appear but a tiny sled and eight tiny reindeer. With a little red driver so lively and quick, I new in a flash it must be St.Nick. More rapid than glitches, his coursers they came he wistled and shouted and called them by name. Now Apple, Atari, Amega and CoCo, on Mac and Morrow and Tandy and Sanyo. Across the screen with the speed of Invaders they came until they had flown right out of the frame! Up to the top of the screen they flew with the sled full of disks and St. Nicholas, too. Then in a twinkle I heard on the roof, the dancing and prancing of each little hoof. The graphics changed as I was turning around. Then down the chimney he came with a bound. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf and I laughed when I saw him in spite of my self. He seemed sure of himself in his Yuletide venture like a character right out of a game of Adventure. He set up his portable as quick as a fox and uploaded software in hundreds of blocks. He spoke not a word in his session of work, then closed his computer amd turned with a jerk. Laying his finger beside his nose and giving a nod, to the top of the screen he rose. He sprang to his sled, to his team gave a whistle and away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I read the caption before he faded from sight. MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT! wb