TedPage: 'Twas the morn before Christmas

I enjoyed this little poem by David Patterson about man, and his DSL modem. I hope that he finds one, but I found it amusing enough to repost here:

'Twas the morn before christmas, when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The hub was a hubbing on the shelf with great care,
ensuring my server was available to share.

The lord of the house (me) was asleep in my bed
while visions of email/blogs/websites danced in my head.
**cant think of a good rhyme for the next 2 lines.
**pleh.

When peaked through the window a light so shiny,
The xmas eve(morning) sunshine beamed on my hiney.
Away to the computer I flew in a dash,
stopping only for coffee (c'mon, it was early).

The glow of the monitor on my sleep-weary eyes,
evolution2.x filtering the spam I despise.
"Lets check out slashdot" as I start out my rounds,
what the heck..."Website cannot be found"?

Freshmeat, CNN, DailyKOS, and the Drudge...
All the same message, "oh man...oh fudge..."
I have some more coffee to clear out my head
and slowly the horror sinks in...my modem is dead.