A Girly Geek Christmas poem

‘Twas the night before Switchmas, and all through the house,
Every keyboard was clicking, and every mouse;
The cables were hung by the consoles with care,
In hopes that St. New-console soon would be there.

The gamers were nestled all snug at their screens,
With images of chocobos crossing their streams;
And Shane with his headset, and I with my boots,
Were hoping that Santa and a Switch were in cahoots.

Then out in the kitchen there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the sink I flew like the Flash,
Pushed aside the tea towels and other mishmash.

I saw nothing but darkness as I looked down the pipe,
Squinting and searching for a mystery of some type;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a bright yellow box with a question mark clear.

It rose out of that sink and grew larger so quick,
I knew in a moment it must be no trick.
In the wake of that box came a small, rounded man,
With a red hat, black ‘stache and two reins in his hand.

Now, Yoshis and Bob-ombs and Chain Chomps and Bloopers,
Put aside their differences to be holiday troopers.
They worked and they toiled and they had quite a ball,
Then they dashed away, dashed away, dashed away all.

As I gaped at the mess with my jaw near the floor,
I realized that someone still stood at the door.
With a wave of his hand and a twinkle in his eye,
The mustachioed man cleaned and bid us goodbye.

And then, in a twinkling, I saw near the tree,
A small, ribboned box addressed to Shane and me.
As I reached out my hand and lifted the gift,
I knew it would take our imaginations adrift.

We slept hardly a wink until morning was nigh,
Then we sprang out of bed to that tree did we fly.
In that little wrapped box lay a new-minted Switch,
Which we set up and started with hardly a hitch.

We played the whole day, and well into the eve;
And our save files that day, I could hardly believe!
As we curled up in bed, we heard out of sight,
“Merry Switchmas to all, and to all a good night!”