Twas the Night Before the Presentation...


'Twas the night before the presentation, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The dishes were drying by the sink with care,
In hopes that soap suds would not reappear;

The younger children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While the older two were working to bring home the bread;
Daddy in his gear, was taking a lap,
And I had settled down for a quick late night bath,


When all of a sudden I thought I heard a clatter,
I sprang from the tub to see what was the matter.
Away to the laptop I went like a dash,
Turned on the Dell and inserted the flash.

The glare of the night lamp had become a glow
Gave the computer screen an eerie halo,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a message on the screen, "Your report is not here",

With a frantic glance around, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be the stick.
More rapid than eagles my fingers they came,
I then jittered, and shouted, and called the programs by name;

"Now, Microsoft! now, EXCEL! now, ACCESS!  Please FIX IT!
On, POWERPOINT! on OUTLOOK! Oh what is the culprit!
To the top of the keyboard!  I may have to reinstall!
Now virus away! virus away! virus away all!"

And then, in a twinkling, I heard the system reboot
I began prancing and jiving with each little toot.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
 I could hear the programs return with a bound.

 Then hubby returned, worn from head to foot,
His clothes were soiled with sweat and gym musk to boot;
A bundle of towels he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his locks how merry!
His cheeks were flushed, his lips boysenberry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as black as coal;

 A Fitbit clenched tight between his teeth,
His towel it encircled his neck like a wreath;
He had a broad chest and a flattened belly,
That did not shake, when he laughed unlike jelly.

 I told him what happened, pointing to the laptop on the shelf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
And pushed all the buttons; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of the Dell,
And giving a nod, a corrupted file he could tell;

He sprang to his feet, to the laptop he gave a whistle,
And away the viruses flew like the down of a thistle.
But all heard me exclaim, as he chased away my fright,
 "HAPPY PRESENTATION TOMORROW, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"

 
Shatanese Reese is a freelance blogger who lives in Atlanta, GA with her husband and their six children.  Shatanese enjoys walks on the beach and color-rich sunrises.  Her goal is to find inspiration in the every day happenings of life.  Check out Shatanese on YouTube

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