‘Twas the Night Before PlayStation

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‘Twas the night before PlayStation, when all through the house

Not a Kulche was stirring, not even a mouse;

The entertainment centers made space by the TV’s with care,

In hopes that Kaz Hirai soon would be there;

The gamers were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Sully’s danced in their heads;

And Sackgirl in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just started LittleBIGPlanet 2 with controllers in lap,

When out on the street there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and gathered my cash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the luster of mid-day to the new hardware below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a new console, and eight little tech engineers,

With a little wise man, so lively and Japanese he was,

I knew in a moment it must be Kaz.

As the light and petals that in Flower, they fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the building rooftops the developers, they flew,

With the display cases full of systems, and Kaz Hirai too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the booth

The laughing and clapping of a Giant Enemy Crab spoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the stage Kaz Hirai came with a bound.

He was dressed all in suit, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were well tailored with buttons to boot;

A bundle of games he had flung on his back,

And he looked like  Nathan Drake just opening his pack.

His eyes — how they twinkled! His smile how merry!

He knew that new games would be just cherry,

His smiling mouth was drawn up like a bow,

For he knew what he had would please attendees below;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave everyone to know they had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

He pulled out the new hardware; then turned with a jerk,

And after the tech demos he came to a close,

And giving a nod, up the stage he rose;

He sprang to backstage, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all walked knowing what they showed was all gaming, no gristle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he walked out of sight,

“PlayStation is for all, and to all a good-night.”