'Twas the Night Before Christmas December 19 2018 ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a hard drive was spinning, nor click of a mouse; the routers were hung by the office with care, in hopes that good connection, soon would be there. The IT staff were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of uptime danced in their heads; with backups in place, and an update roadmap, the IT Director settled her brain for a long winter nap. When out from the lot, there arose such a clatter, the security camera had caught old St. Data. A way through the door he passed with ease, taking note of their security policies. The lights on the fronts of the servers in tow, gave a luster of midday to objects below, when, what to their wondering eyes should appear, but a bundle of cables and eight engineers, with their cumulative knowledge and desire to fix, the IT Director knew they’d be a good mix. More rapid than flash data his colleagues they came, and he whistled, and shouted, their divisions by name: Now, SECURITY! Now, CONNECTIVITY! Now, STORAGE & VIRTUALIZATION! On, POWER! On, APP DEV! On, HELP DESK and PREVENTION! And then, in a twinkling, they heard from the ceiling. The fixing of servers, there’s no better feeling. As I checked the broadband and was turning around, he opened his laptop, the problem was found. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and finished the updates; then turned with a jerk, He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a nod, And away they all flew, their work, unflawed. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM ACS, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!