Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
No hardware was present, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the desk with such care;
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The gamers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of graphics cards danced in their heads;
And motherboards, keyboards, and even mice too;
All hoping St. Nick will bring just a few.
