'twas the night before Christmas.
And all through the house.
Everyone heard ole' Grueling, cuss and shout!

NO click of the mouse.
NO keyboard clatter.
The BIOS ain't happy.
Who knows what's the matter?

A rude birthday present.
A secret government; NSA plot.
Whatever the cause?
The PS2 ports are shot!

Oh eMachines T2895.
Only 23 months old.
Upgraded with care.
You were too young to go!

Tomorrow is Christmas.
The day I wrecked my car.
I will bury it with my T2895.
At Crispin's junk yard.

There goes the holidays.
Every day a fright.
Crappy Christmas to all.
And many sleepless nights.

Steve "The Grueling Pejorative" Liggett