A Sysadmin Christmas Poem

I wrote this a Christmas or two ago and thought it would be nice to share to any of us out there dutifully on call.


<span style="color:#323232;">'Twas the night before Cristmas and all 'cross the web
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I was browsing through Discord, installed from a deb
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Not a user was working; the servers were quiet
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I perused a new webapp, thinking to try it
</span><span style="color:#323232;">When just like the spider, my senses did tingle
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Somewhere I knew of the plight of Chris Kringle
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I jumped out my chair, nearly fell 'ver my pooch
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Waded through wires and gave boxes a scooch
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I got out the door and eyes raised towards my roof
</span><span style="color:#323232;">What I saw was a joke, certainly just a goof
</span><span style="color:#323232;">For a fat jolly man sat so pondering prone
</span><span style="color:#323232;">With a quizzical look he was locked to his phone
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Not certain my role here not wanting to bother
</span><span style="color:#323232;">But asserting my role in this house as the father
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I shouted up top "Hey there Santa, what's cookin?
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Do you need some help? There's concern how you're lookin?"
</span><span style="color:#323232;">He called down to me "Oh shucks there dear boy
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I hate this here phone, this ridiculous toy
</span><span style="color:#323232;">The elves say to use it to guide my big flight
</span><span style="color:#323232;">But I can't seem see it cuz the screen's not too bright.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">It's always rerouting, about traffic it's warning,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">At this rate I'll still have the toys by the morning!
</span><span style="color:#323232;">My route's in the air not on parkways below,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">And I'll not be deterred by rain sleet or snow."
</span><span style="color:#323232;">"Well Santa," I said only wanting to help
</span><span style="color:#323232;">"The reviews for sleigh flight are quite poor here on Yelp.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">What you need it to switch your nav mode to airborne,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Not walking or driving, so don't be forlorn.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Just unlock the screen and hand it to me,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I'll get you fixed up and erase your worry."
</span><span style="color:#323232;">He handed it to me and to my surprise
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Not an android or iphone sat front of my eyes
</span><span style="color:#323232;">But a candy cane brick whose innards were magic
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I worried for now of an outcome most tragic
</span><span style="color:#323232;">But just then I spied it way up at the top
</span><span style="color:#323232;">The icon whose presence made mystery stop
</span><span style="color:#323232;">"Santa look up here this tiny white car,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">'Tis the icon that's stopping you from getting far.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">You're mapping as if you're a car on the ground
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Which is not too correct for you getting around.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">We can change it to sleigh flight by tapping right here,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">It'll also find stops where to rest your reindeer!
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Let's crank up the brightness by moving this slider
</span><span style="color:#323232;">To help your eyes rest and not stay open wider.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Lastly let's stream you some music to play,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Maybe TSO? How 'bout Michael Buble?"
</span><span style="color:#323232;">A genuine smile platered St. Nicholas' face
</span><span style="color:#323232;">His worries were gone, vanished not with a trace.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">"On this night here my friend you feel proud of yourself
</span><span style="color:#323232;">The magic you did is like that of an elf!
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I'm awed how you fix all this digital stuff,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I used to think reindeer and stockings were tough,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">But now I can see that the world is a changing
</span><span style="color:#323232;">And the skills that I use need to do some exchanging.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Now that it's working I really must go
</span><span style="color:#323232;">To deliver the presents 'fore roosters will crow.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Speaking of morning, why are you awake?
</span><span style="color:#323232;">'Tis well after midnight unless I mistake?"
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I had but a chuckle, "Oh Santa don't dread,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">For I'm an IT guy and hate going to bed!
</span><span style="color:#323232;">There's a little more lemmy and masto to browsey
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I'll likely spend 3 to 4 hours this drowsy!"
</span><span style="color:#323232;">He chuckled, "OK, if that's how it works
</span><span style="color:#323232;">You enjoy all your trolling, browsing and lurks!"
</span><span style="color:#323232;">He hopped on his ride, took a seat, grabbed a reign
</span><span style="color:#323232;">And started to hum with Mariah's refrain.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">As he took to the air he gave pause to his song,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">"Merry christmas to you, may your uptimes be long!"
</span>
baascus ,
@baascus@lemmy.world avatar

An old favorite

'Twas the night before start-up and all through the net, not a packet was moving; no bit nor octet. The engineers rattled their cards in despair, hoping a bad chip would blow with a flare. The salesmen were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of data nets danced in their heads. And I with my datascope tracings and dumps prepared for some pretty bad bruises and lumps. When out in the hall there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.

There stood at the threshold with PC in tow, An ARPANET hacker, all ready to go. I could see from the creases that covered his brow, he’d conquer the crisis confronting him now. More rapid than eagles, he checked each alarm and scrutinized each for its potential harm.

On LAPB, on OSI, X.25! TCP, SNA, V.35!

His eyes were afire with the strength of his gaze; no bug could hide long; not for hours or days. A wink of his eye and a twitch of his head, soon gave me to know I had little to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, fixing a net that had gone plumb berserk; And laying a finger on one suspect line, he entered a patch and the net came up fine!

The packets flowed neatly and protocols matched; the hosts interfaced and shift-registers latched. He tested the system from Gateway to PAD; not one bit was dropped; no checksum was bad. At last he was finished and wearily sighed and turned to explain why the system had died. I twisted my fingers and counted to ten; an off-by-one index had done it again…

Sailing7 ,

Thanks for this. Was a pleasant read and a good mood lifter after recieving an emergency call for a useless alarm in the monitoring ^^

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