One of the best things about having a very little kid as an older parent is getting to re-experience all the most fun parts of childhood: getting a new toy, visiting Santa and the Easter Bunny, etc.
The little guy will be coming home from nursery school to see this one, and I can’t wait.
God rest ye CS students now, The bearings on the drum are gone,
Let nothing you dismay. The disk is wobbling, too.
The VAX is down and won’t be up, We’ve found a bug in Lisp, and Algol
Until the first of May. Can’t tell false from true.
The program that was due this morn, And now we find that we can’t get
Won’t be postponed, they say. At Berkeley’s 4.2.
We’ve just received a call from DEC, And now some cheery news for you,
They’ll send without delay The network’s also dead,
A monitor called RSuX We’ll have to print your files on
It takes nine hundred K. The line printer instead.
The staff committed suicide, The turnaround time’s nineteen weeks.
We’ll bury them today. And only cards are read.
And now we’d like to say to you CHORUS: Oh, tidings of comfort and joy,
Before we go away, Comfort and joy,
We hope the news we’ve brought to you Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.
Won’t ruin your whole day.
You’ve got another program due, tomorrow, by the way.
— to God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen