'Twas the night before MacWorld.
'Twas the night before Macworld and all through the house not a creature was stirring not even a mouse. Our old buddy Steve was asleep at his house. Some hopes were hung on rumors that spread in anticipation that LCD iMacs and a G5 would appear. The Mac fans were pacing all the night with visions of bake offs dancing in their heads. And Schiller in his X-large pajamas and Steve in his turtleneck had all set up for the ensuing keynote. Out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I ran to the window to see what was he matter, for I thought it was Schiller but the man was fatter. When what to my wondering eyes should appear but miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer. With a little old driver so charismatic and quick I knew in a moment it must be Steve. So down through the chimney Steve came with a bound. He was dressed as usual from his head to his foot, and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, and he looked like a plumber I could see his butt crack (joke no rhyme ideas). His eyes how they twinkled his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses his nose like a cherry. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was as gray and white as the snow. Schiller was there too, he had a broad face and round little belly that shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly. But soon his team gave a whistle and away they all flew like the down of a thistle. Oh And One More Thing, I heard him exclaim ere he drove out of sight happy Macworld to all and to all a good night!