'Twas the night before Tuesday, when after biz hours
We refrained from pinging you—it took such powers!
We had emailed Cat earlier with care,
In hopes that you would think Kalamuna faire.
The
Night Before
Tuesday
Happy holidays, Cat!
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We colleagues were hopeful, awake in our beds,
While visions of new friendship danced in our heads;
And Andrew Mallis in their snuggie, and we in our apps,
Wond’ring if you’d make contact—how we wanted that!
When out from the internet there arose a ping!
We sprang from our beds to see what was the thing.
To all of our machines we flew like a flash,
Flipped open our screens, eyes wide and teeth all a-gnash.
The moon shimmering off keyboards, oh so aglow
Gave the lustre of validation, yes! hark! lo!
When, what to our blue-light-glassed eyes should appear,
But an inbox note from you, announcing us dear.
With a collective shiver, so lively and quick,
We all felt the honor of having been pick’d
And could hardly believe that Cat of fame,
Would now with Kalamuna a partnership claim.
Because all the world’s want for bandwidth/updates/feeds
Leaves barely a space for what humanity needs
It’s not code, AI, cloud uploads—boondoggle, all—
Nor click, buy, and deliver (time’s gone for the mall.)
It’s the care and work of those with asp’rations high,
Of those whose minds can make real what seems in the sky.
That we now share a path with good people like you
Confirms that our so digitized days matter, too.
Thanks, Cat, for deeds fine as down on a thistle.
We hope you’ve had room for this whole long epistle.
But before your next email, while we’re still in sight:
Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good-night.