'Twas the night before Production, when all through the Appeon house
Not a creature was stirring, not even Armeen Mazda’s mouse;
The stockings were hung by the PowerBuilder developers chimneys with care,
In hopes that St. Nick’s AEM software would soon be there;

The Appeon Servers were nestled all snug in their racks,
While Jason backed-up their data, oh there was stacks;
The product manager in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long tester's nap,

When out in the hall there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my laptop to see what was the matter.
Away to the MS-Window I flew like Macromedia flash,
Opened the Web Browser and enjoyed the animations splash,

Engineering's build of Appeon Web was like the new-fallen snow
It gave promise of amazing new features - listed below,
When, what to my wondering eyes John Strano did appear,
Riding a Christmas train pulled by eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old native database driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment that the DBMS was designed by St. Nick.
More rapid than streaming electrons the data they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and categorized them by name;

"Now, Isaac! now, Sally! now, John and VIXEN!
On, Jason! on Jenny! on, Azeez and BLITZEN!
To the edge of the ISP! Through the great fire-wall!
Now process away! Process away! Process away all!"

As new applications developed under Appeon Mobile did fly,
When they met with a user their new iOS features they did try,
So up to the AWS menu the hand gesures they flew,
To display a full load of data, images, and animations too!

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the sound card - mystified
A message signaling a software order had just arrived.
As I drew in my mouse, and was turning around,
A Message Box alerted me to a new application … it looked sound.

The project manager was dressed all in fur, from head to her feet,
And the red robe was all polished, and even had someone to meet;
A bundle of AWS applications she had flung on her back,
Most of the Engineer’s had agreed, and a DataWindow she did pack.

The programmers eyes -- how they twinkled! Their dimples how merry!
Their cheeks were like roses, their noses like a cherry!
One droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
The “Technical Architect” his beard on his chin was as white as the snow;

The Log from the Application Server he held tight in his teeth,
New ideas using Appeon Mobile for Android encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a black belt round his belly,
Using moves he learned in TaeKwonDo, the guards shook like jelly.

The “release guy” was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And deployed all the Web and Mobile applications; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the Web Servers rose;

He sprang to his laptop, to his development team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, for a beer at the pub “The English Thistle”.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out in the night,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND NO GPF’s IN SIGHT!"