|| 'Twas the Night Before Christmas
|Posted by: greg
||12/24/2010 7:51 AM
|‘Twas the Night before Christmas
By Gregory A. Larsen
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the farm
All the servers where humming, not causing a harm.
The SQL machines were manage with care,
In hopes that SQL Monitor would soon be there.
The programmers were nestled all snug in their load
While visions of T-SQL danced in their code.
And the Network Admin in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a short winter’s day nap.
When out on the floor there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the desk to see what was the matter.
Up from my chair I flew like a flash,
Tore down the hall assuming a crash.
The managers were abreast of the new-fallen code
Wondering what cluster of server were taking the load.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the UPS Man, that was such a dear.
The little old driver, was lively and quick.
He handed me a parcel, that was hardly that thick.
More rapid than eagles I unwrapped the package that came,
And I whistled, and shouted, and called it by name!
Yes “SQL Monitor” I screamed, as I opened the box!
I’d finally gotten the iPad and software that rocks!
To the top of my deck! To the top of the wall!
I dashed away! Dashed away! Dashed away all.
So now what should I do with this stuff that I got,
But put it to use, it’s better than not!
Back to the managers I responded with glee,
This is what I’ve been talking about, now you can see.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard from the group,
That the prancing and pawing Greg’s doing can’t be a dupe.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the hall walked the managers without even a sound.
I found a server all dressed up with space.
It took just a few clicks and glances, it sure was the place.
With a bundle of tools just install in my rack,
All I had to do was configure the top my stack.
My eyes-how they twinkled! My fingers were merry!
My reports were not rosy, or sweet like a cherry!
My droll little mouth, was working my talk,
As I looked at the reports, with nothing but shock.
SQL Monitor alerts, were sure quite a treat,
The problems were everywhere, which wasn’t so neat.
I showed my CIO the reports, which were quite a pest,
In hopes he would lead, which is what he does best!
He was friendly and plump, a right jolly old elf,
Who laughed when I shared the reports, in spite of himself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon led me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to the charts,
And pointed and smirked, when he turned to our marts.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up from his chair he rose!
He sprang to his keyboard, and gave his team the decision,
And away he flew, like a man on a mission.
But, I heard him exclaim, as he moved out of out of sight,
"Happy SQL Monitor to all, and to all a good-night!"