Not a sound could be heard but the click of a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that new cell phones would soon fill them there.
The children were nestled, all snug in their beds,
While visions of Playstations danced in their heads.
My hubby in his PJs had gone off to sleep,
While I stayed awake with a promise to keep.
Only days left, I knew I'd have to get hopping
If I wanted to finish all my Christmas shopping.
Away to my Windows I flew like a flash,
Hoping for once my hard drive wouldn't crash.
More rapid than DSL the menus they came,
And I surfed and I clicked and I entered my name.
Now Best Buy, Now Walmart, Now Lowe's and Amazon,
On eBay, on Staples, on Target.com.
To the top of each page, to Google once more,
To max out my Visa and my credit score.
When what to my poor bloodshot eyes should appear
But an error message, and much worse, I fear.
And out of the hard drive arose such a clatter,
I couldn't imagine just what was the matter.
The browser was frozen, the keyboard was dead,
It wasn't responding, and boy, I saw red.
And what did my wondering eyes then behold
But my sleepy-eyed, freckle-faced seven-year-old.
He was dressed in a tee shirt and Spider-Man shorts,
And he looked like a doll out of FAO Schwartz.
"I fell out of bed," he said with a frown.
"Whatsamatter, Mom, is the computer down?"
He spoke not a word but went straight to the work.
He de-bugged and de-fragged and I felt like a jerk.
"All fixed, Mom," he said as quick as a wink.
Then yawning he added, "Can I have a drink?"
Don't forget this advice. I know I never did.
For the very best tech help, just ask a kid.
