'Twas the night before HDlaunch, when all through the house
Not an electronics device was stirring, not even the PC mouse;
The HD receivers were tuned to DIRECTV not over the air,
In hopes that St. Hidefas soon would be there;
The geeks were nestled all snug in their recliners,
Reading the posts on SatelliteGuys, too many of them whiners;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long evening's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the recliner to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The signals from the cosmos radiating from D10
Landing on my satellite dish, DIRECTV reigns supreme again
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But 20 HiDef channels, I have waited for more than a year
From a little new transponder, they arrived in mass
I knew in a moment it must be St. Hidefas.
More resolution than ever before the signals they came,
No more 2nd place for DIRECTV, now it’s E* that is lame;
"Now, Greczkowski</SPAN>! now, Brewer4! now, Charper1 and Vurbano!
On, Iceburg! on Rad! on, Baldone and Jimbo!
To the top of the site! to the top of the forum!
Now dash here! dash here! dash here we need a quarem!"
So all through the house the HD DVR’s were all getting full,
With the disc full of HM movies, and St. Hidefas this is really cool.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of e8 subs feeling aloof.
As I drew in my hand, my remote spun around,
Down the chimney St. Hidefas came with a bound.
He was dressed all jeans and a dirty blue shirt,
He proclaimed smile with glee, we’ve hit HD pay dirt;
A bundle of BBand converters he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly D* installer,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite me being a whiney caller;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then said get rid of that TERK,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his VAN, to his team gave a shout,
And away they all drove to their next installation route.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Happy HDLaunch to all, and to all a good-night."
Not an electronics device was stirring, not even the PC mouse;
The HD receivers were tuned to DIRECTV not over the air,
In hopes that St. Hidefas soon would be there;
The geeks were nestled all snug in their recliners,
Reading the posts on SatelliteGuys, too many of them whiners;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long evening's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the recliner to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The signals from the cosmos radiating from D10
Landing on my satellite dish, DIRECTV reigns supreme again
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But 20 HiDef channels, I have waited for more than a year
From a little new transponder, they arrived in mass
I knew in a moment it must be St. Hidefas.
More resolution than ever before the signals they came,
No more 2nd place for DIRECTV, now it’s E* that is lame;
"Now, Greczkowski</SPAN>! now, Brewer4! now, Charper1 and Vurbano!
On, Iceburg! on Rad! on, Baldone and Jimbo!
To the top of the site! to the top of the forum!
Now dash here! dash here! dash here we need a quarem!"
So all through the house the HD DVR’s were all getting full,
With the disc full of HM movies, and St. Hidefas this is really cool.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of e8 subs feeling aloof.
As I drew in my hand, my remote spun around,
Down the chimney St. Hidefas came with a bound.
He was dressed all jeans and a dirty blue shirt,
He proclaimed smile with glee, we’ve hit HD pay dirt;
A bundle of BBand converters he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly D* installer,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite me being a whiney caller;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then said get rid of that TERK,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his VAN, to his team gave a shout,
And away they all drove to their next installation route.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Happy HDLaunch to all, and to all a good-night."
