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Journal Journal: 'Twas the night before Chrome OS 2

'Twas the night before this, as I sat in my house.
Not a creature was stirring, save me, on the couch.
The children were napping as I basked in the glow of a green Slashdot screen, avoiding the snow.
Upon my door I heard a soft rap. I opened the door to see a brown cap.
The UPS man left a box by my door, I took it inside to see who it was for.
On the plain brown box, 'twas my name I spied. I tore off the tape to see what's inside.
Upon peeling back the flaps, it's contents were revealed.
A box covered in doodles showing a hamster and wheels.
Inside, was a CR-48 I had requested a week before.
With no warning it had shown up, mysteriously at my door.
It was curiously small, flat, and black.
I fired it up to give it a crack.
It took a snapshot of my hideous face.
Within seconds I was surfing all over the place.
I cracked a smile as I thought of the news.
I know that now I had discovered the truth.
"There is no Santa Clause!" Some may say,
But I think he works for Google these days.

Merry Christmas folks! Excuse my terrible poetry, and crimes against Clement Clarke Moore, and thank you to the generous folks at Google.

Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother. - Kahlil Gibran