'Twas just days before the Expo and all over the world
Imaginations were stirring in each boy and girl.
Our earbuds were hung from our iPods with care,
In hopes that an new model soon would be here.

The analysts were nestled all snug in their bedw
while visions of iPhones danced in their heads.
My wife in her housecoat, I in my Homer Simpson pajamas
Were as warm and comfy as fur-coated llamas

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like the Flash
Tore open the shutter, and threw up on the sash.

The moon bounced from the breast of the ground down below
(Hey, I live in Nashville and we ain't got no snow)
When what to my blood-shot eyes should appear
But The Man himself in a jet, twas a Lear

He was a middle-aged man with charisma aglow
And I knew in a moment it was the Apple CEO
More rapid than eagles, his teammates they came
And he patted their backs and called each one by name.

I won't try to list 'em, not at this time
Namely because their names just don't rhyme
Still, I did hear Steve Jobs' clarion call:
"Now innovate! Innovate!
"Innovate all!"

He was dressed in a turtleneck as black as the night,
Tennis shoes and jeans that fit him just right.
A bundle of ideas he had stuffed in his noggin
(which was slightly balding, he should've worn a tobbogan)

Then I could feel it -- the Reality Distortion Field
And I could feel my credit card beginning to yield
For new Macs and iPods and perhaps an iTV
and certainly for marvels that were yet to be.

Jobs jumped in his jet, to his team gave a whistle
and away they all flew like a guided missile.
But I heard him exclaim, yes I heard him sing,
"Happy Macworld to all, now just one more thing!"