‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the data center
Not a creature was stirring, not even a storage director.
The carts were hung by the multimedia storage enclosure with care
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The Elastic Storage Servers were nestled, all snug in their frames
Humming the Tune of “Sweet Baby James”.
While working as a 3rd shift operator eating pizza and beer
The Patriots were playing the Bills, let’s give them a cheer.
When back by the chiller I heard such a clatter
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the XIV racks, I flew like a flash
Tripping over the previous night’s pile of trash.
The automatic lights came on casting a glow
Giving a luster of midday to the otherwise dark room below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver so lively and cheer
I knew in a moment, I needed to lay off the beer.
More rapid than FlashSystems his coursers they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
“Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer and Vixon,
On! Comet on! Cupid on! Dunder and Blixem;
To the top of the racks, to the top of the wall,
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
There are no dry leaves in a data center to fly,
But something flew right into my eye.
Then up to the top of the LTO frame they flew,
With a sleigh full of hybrid storage devices – and St. Nicholas too.
He was dressed in Bermuda shorts and smelled of suntan lotion
I knew in a flash I needed a promotion.
He had a broad face and a round little belly
I think I’ve seen this scene somewhere on the telly.
With a wink of an eye, and a nod of his head
I knew I should have called in sick and stayed in bed.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
Filled all the DS8 racks and turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger by the side of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the air vent he rose.
The new capacity could be managed, fortunate for me,
As my pizza was getting cold, I could clearly see.
Santa hopped on his sleigh and to his team gave a cheer
And away they all flew – I need another beer!
And I heard him exclaim, as he rode out of sight
“Next year I’ll bring software defined storage,
Merry Christmas, good night!”