An original poem inspired by ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas by Clement Clarke Moore.

‘Twas the night before printing in the design house
AD’s were all fighting, To get the jobs out

Prepressers exporting pdf’s all with care
In the hopes that no errors would soon be found there.

The designers wrestled with kerning and lead
With hands all a-sweating and slamming their heads.

The Editor nervous, the watch tik-tock-tack
Refuses to settle while his feet go tap-tap.

When out in a cubicle arose such a clatter
Designers from their chairs to see what the matter

Then what to their wond’ring eyes should appear
The designer, a smiling; Bob’s face all a-cheer!

“He must’ve gone crazy” they mumbled about,
“I haven’t gone crazy” said Bob, with a shout.

“I’ve figured it out; I’ve got a great plan!
No worries about missing our printing time span!

Forget all this printing, this paper and stuff;
When we can go global, online, with a puff!”

The Editor smiled as he heard the ‘claimation
This lil’ ol’ plan would soon take the nation!

And now that design house is a drug shop
And our hero Bob is selling icicle pops

The Editor smiles as he publishes blogs
No problems, no worries; no cutting up logs.

‘Twas the year without printing and what have we here?
Bob and designers, dreaming of  last year.

So, before you complain about your poor little job
Stop, count your blessings: at least you’re not Bob.