It was the night before Christmas

It was the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not an iPhone was buzzing, nor the click of a mouse;
The Androids were plugged on the night stand with care,
In hopes that new messages soon would be there;
The Dobermans were nestled in their warm soft beds;
While visions of breakfast danced in their heads.

And Mamma in her Net-A-Porter, and Dad in his Mr.
In a beach Airbnb, applied aloe to blisters.
When outside the Dropcam detected a clatter,
I checked my Canary app to see what was the matter.
No breach was detected but I was up from my rest,
I decided to rise and check on the Nest.
The beach air was humid, there wouldn’t be snow,
But I checked Yahoo Weather just to be sure,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But an Amazon drone, presents strung on the rear,
This Christmas was outsourced to Jeff Bezos himself,
St. Nick no longer pulling gifts from the shelf.
More rapid than reindeer, cardboard boxes they came,
Asked Siri how to gift wrap and she called me by name.
I feared the children might wake from the sound
Of the drone’s swift delivery, boxes pounding the ground.
When I checked I was right, but they were checking their feeds
Facebook and Instagram, @Twitter indeed.
They clicked and liked, swiped left and swiped right
The Phillips Hue light bulbs glowed green and red and white.
I glanced at my Apple Watch to check on the time:
Morning was coming, signing the end of this rhyme.
But before I press publish, and wait for first light,
Merry Christmas to all and to all, a good night.

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