When out like a light, a noisy dream came into focus.
(They never suspected any hocus-pocus).
Grabbing their cameras, they leapt out of bed
stumbling and sleepy, and rubbing their heads
They ran to the window and opened the sash,
maximized the aperture, and adjusted the flash.
And there in the viewfinder, what should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight-megapixel reindeer
With an oversized driver, as geeky as heck,
they knew in a moment it must be St. Tech.
More rapid than broadband, his reindeer they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
"Now Canon! Now Pentax!
Now, Olympus and HP!
On, Kodak! On Sony!
On, Nikon and Fuji!
To the top of the porch!
To the chimney wall!
Now click away! Click away!
Click away all!
As stressed-out shoppers that before the sale do fly,
when they meet with an obstacle and poke out an eye.
So up to the house-top the reindeer they flew
with a sleigh full of cameras and accessories too.
And then, in a twinkling, was heard on the roof
the prancing of each little pixilated hoof.
As they watched from the top of the stairs, mouths agape,
St. Tech appeared on the hearth with nary a scrape.
He was dressed all in halftones, from his shoes to his head
and his eyes were high contrast, as though infrared.
A gaggle of gadgets dropped into the room,
including the latest 10x optical zooms.
His devices how they sparkled! His cameras, how cherry!
His memory cards were enough to make anyone merry!
His ink cartridges were plentiful and easy to switch,
and his scanners hooked up with nary a glitch.
His batteries were lithium and long-lasting to boot,
and his tripods were ready for any still shoot.
His printers spewed pictures of the highest resolution,
And his smart Flash drives were the perfect gift solution.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
and completed their shopping lists, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger on a nearby present for a goof
he took a picture of his visit, so they'd have digital proof.
He uploaded to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
and they all took off like an Patriot missile.
A rhyme left behind put it all in perspective.
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