‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the globe
Not a creature was stirring, except Santa in his red robe;
The smartphones were put by beds with care,
In hopes that Santa soon would be there;
The old and the young were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of really cool selfies danced in their heads;
Millennials in their ironic onesies, and our hero in his cap,
Had just settled their brains for a long winter’s nap;
When from smartphones everywhere there arose such a clatter,
Our hero sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Hands trembling he grabbed his phone like a flash,
Hoping it was not his parents calling, having found his stash.
The moon through the window shone like a beam,
What happened next, our hero thought, “Must be a dream!”,
When what to the sleepy eyes did strike,
But an impatient Santa on a huge shiny bike!
Chest hair flying in the wind as his bike raced;
Our hero knew, Santa means business and he is in heist.
More rapid than eagle his courser it came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called our hero by name:
“Now, baba, I know you mostly like to chillax”,
“But this is no time, come and put on your slacks!”.
“Your coming of age has come, no doubt!”.
“Enough of the selfies with you in the office, we are going all out!”.
“As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,”.
“You are coming with me, up in the starry sky!”.
Our hero was speechless and trembling with fear;
Gulping down all at once yesterday’s beer.
He thought, “The old man has finally gone mad!”;
“Being forced to play with elves, I guess it’s not his bad,”.
Our hero gathered all his courage and spoke in a little voice,
“Oh Santa, I really don’t want to die, please, give me a choice!”.
“I am all but a simple Indian boy,”.
“How can I go up in the sky, I still own a teddy bear toy!”.
Santa roared with laughter and almost fell on his back.
“You think I am letting you touch my bike, that is just whack!”.
“You are going on a plane, you dumb-ass!”.
“A trip I am gifting you, stop smoking so much grass!”.
“Now listen carefully to what you have to do,”.
“Try hard, I know this concentration thing is for you all new,”.
“I have some “sick” pictures of myself that I have just taken,”.
“They are so awesome they will leave you all shaken,”.
“Not just awesome they are, but truly WOWSOME!”.
“It’s me on a bike and me on a rocket!
“Your eyes will pop out from their sockets,”.
“Take your trusted smartphone right now and download WOWSOME app,”;
“Choose a WOW Art that has me depicted and take a snap,”;
“Share it on Facebook or Twitter with a #TravelWithSanta tag,”;
“And watch your friends like and share while you brag,”;
“Wait for the contest results and win vouchers for travel,”;
“‘Cos WOWSOME Augmented Reality Christmas makes wonders unravel!”.
Our hero stood in awe for a moment or two;
Then Santa spoke again in a voice very shrew;
“Don’t stand there so dumbstruck, I am a magical creature,”;
“And WOWSOME has WOW Art, this great feature!”;
“Together we can create the coolest of snaps,”;
“This is the most magical and fun I have ever seen of apps!”.
Then Santa sprang to his bike, to his reindeers gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But our hero heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight— “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”