'Twas the night before Xmas, and all through the ship,
Not a query was stirring, not even a blip.
The databases backed up with meticulous care,
In hopes that clean joins soon would still be there.

The forms were all closed on the captain's command,
No VBA errors anywhere in the land.
The server was stable, the logs calm and bright,
Enter Parameter Value boxes called it a night.

The bridge lay in calm, the shields powered down,
LCARS softly glowing, no red alerts found.
The crew logged off early, their duty complete,
While penguins inspected each ship in the fleet.

"May your indexes optimize, your tables behave,
Your front ends stay split, and your records stay saved."
With a tap of the console and a Vulcan salute,
The Captain engaged the system reboot.

A Spirit of Radio hummed low and warm,
As Time seemed to Stand Still, quiet after the storm.
Through silent Subdivisions, the night held its sway,
While echoes of Rush gently carried the way.

So to everyone celebrating in their own way tonight,
Merry Xmas to all, and to all stable bytes.

LLAP
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