'Twas the night Before Christmas and all through the Castle
The walls were all decked with bows and tassel
The laptops were all put in their cases with care
In hopes A Christmas story would soon be there.
The Authors all nestled snug in their beds
While visions best left unsaid danced in their heads
Roland in his 'kercheif, Rilbur in his cap,
had just settled down for a long cozy nap.
when out in the hall there arose such a clatter
Roland sprung from his bed to see what was the matter