Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the [H]orde,
All the boxen were crunching, fans humming a chord.
Billions of numbers dance through circuitry,
To aid with the science and solve mysteries.
From the humblest of boxen with one single core,
To the massive 4 processor G34s.
All working together toward one common goal,
To cure the diseases that affect us all.
As you gather tomorrow with family and friends
Raise a toast to the good times that should never end.
To many more Christmases spent with these few,
For this is the reason we do what we do.
Merry Christmas to everyone, and thank you all for the work you do.
Dave, aka musky
All the boxen were crunching, fans humming a chord.
Billions of numbers dance through circuitry,
To aid with the science and solve mysteries.
From the humblest of boxen with one single core,
To the massive 4 processor G34s.
All working together toward one common goal,
To cure the diseases that affect us all.
As you gather tomorrow with family and friends
Raise a toast to the good times that should never end.
To many more Christmases spent with these few,
For this is the reason we do what we do.
Merry Christmas to everyone, and thank you all for the work you do.
Dave, aka musky