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And I laughed when I saw him,
excitement tingling all the way down to my socks!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
- Soon gave me to know I had some spiffy new TFM to read.
+ Carrying promises of TFMs soon written, soon read.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And installed all the plugins, then turned with a jerk.
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-Twas the Release Before Christmas
-
-Twas the release before Christmas, when all through the house
-Not a dependency was stirring, not even Mouse.
-(actually, as you know we're using Moo, which is much better
-but we are in the middle of a poem, I'll talk about that later)
-The plugins were hung by the chimney with care,
-In hopes that Sukria's new release soon would be there.
-
-The users were nestled all snug in their beds,
-While visions of sugar-plums danced, blinking like so many LEDs.
-And the sysadmin in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
-Had just settled our brains for a long regression test’s snap.
-
-When out on the network there arose such a clatter,
-I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
-Away to the window I flew like a flash,
-Tore open the shutters and threw up the stash.
-(which is silly, for the stash is used by Catalyst, not Dancer,
-this might not be a tech poem, but dammit, those things matter)
-
-The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
-Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects
- (did we mention Dancer 2 is now all OO?).
-When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
-But a neatly tar'red sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
-(Obviously, moreso in high times of celebration,
-It's crucial to craft good compressed distributions)
-
-With a little old driver, very lively yet a bit fickle,
-I marveled for a second: "they using DBD::Oracle?"
-Anyway, more rapid than eagles its coursers they came,
-And it whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
-
-"Now sukria! now, Dancer! now, bigpresh and ambs!
-On, yanick! On, sawyerx! on, on franckcuny and dams!
-To the top of CPAN! to the top of the coderwall!
-Now dance away! Dance away! Dance away all!"
-
-As dry retorts that within the wild IRC channels fly,
-When they meet with an obstacle, t'was mount the /dev/tty.
-(which I must confess is a pretty weird way to debug,
-and might be influenced by all the eggnog 'forehand chugg'd)
-So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
-With the sleigh full of apps, and clever hacks too.
-
-And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
-The prancing and pawing of those lovable little goofs.
-As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
-Down the chimney the heir of Sinatra came with a bound.
-
-He was dressed all in Perl, from his HEAD to his PUT,
-And his scripts were all beginning with #'s, and referring perltoot.
-A bundle of modules he had flung on his back,
-And he looked like a hacker, just opening his pack().
-
-His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
-His cheeks were like roses, his nose looked like this in ASCII => :o)
-His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
-He was as pleased as a startup the morning of its IPO!
-
-The stump of a pipe he held tight in his cli command,
-And the smoke results encircled his head like a garland.
-He had a broad face and a little round belly,
-That shook when he laughed, like the promise of a sane API!
-
-He was chubby and plump, a right jolly young framework,
-And I laughed when I saw him,
- excitement tingling all the way down to my socks!
-A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
-Soon gave me to know I had some spiffy new TFM to read.
-
-He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
-And installed all the plugins, then turned with a jerk.
-And laying his finger aside of his nose,
-And giving a nod, up the protocol stack he rose!
-
-He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
-And away they all flew, one day to be back fo shizzle.
-But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he traced out of sight,
-"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

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