Twas just days before Christmas
And all through the stores
Retailers were trying to get folks in their doors.
Last minute shoppers were due anytime
And salesmen were doing their best to be kind.
Clerks and associates stood with big smiles
Hoping they’d push more goods with their wiles.
And Macy’s with bows and Neiman with class
Had big plans of how to make things pay off fast.
When up with the techies arose such a clatter
Suits sprang from their suites to see what was the matter.
Off to the cubicles they flew like a flash
Whipped off their neckties and hoped for fresh cash.
The glow of the screens shone with brand new orders
Giving luster of lucre to all the store corners.
When what to the shock of old eyes should appear
More sales they could dream of without pitchers of beer.
With lively young drivers who knew how to click
They knew in a moment it was cyber St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles, the orders they came
Execs whistled and shouted and called them by name:
Now, Google! Now Yahoo! Now search engines all!
On dot com and dot net, we’re having a ball.
As gifts made their way to the web’s checkout page
Where shoppers used plastic no matter their age.
They clicked through to checkout, it’s always a rush
To load up with goods in the holiday push.
And what was that twinkling heard through the wall?
The footsteps of shopping’s new virtual mall.
Accountants took note of surprising new trends
Shoppers at home continued to spend.
The techies all dressed in their t-shirts and jeans
Their clothes were not corporate, but more L. L. Bean.
A bundle of orders pulled up on the screens
Of the bright little laptops that balanced on knees.
The lattes they drank from morning till night
Gave them strength that they needed to keep up the fight.
They had eager faces and brains to spare
And they really were nice folks who wanted to share.
They were shrewd and were bold, right jolly young elves
And their bosses all loved them in spite of themselves.
Several winks of their eyes and nods of their heads
Gave the top dogs to know they had nothing to dread.
They spoke not a word, but went straight to their work,
They filled all the orders, then turned with a jerk.
Laying their fingers on top of their mouses,
They nodded and bragged they’d sold 10,000 blouses.
The suits could relax, they could whistle a tune