‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through Small-haus
Not a keyboard was clicking not even a mouse;
When from my inbox there arose such a clatter,
I looked up from my Skype to see what was the matter.
And, what to my screen dry eyes should appear,
But a web opportunity to create some good cheer
More rapid than email his designers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now Ion! now, Clear Space! now, Rocket and Sung! On, Tétro! on Muze! and that Emdouble-one!
To the roughs and the comps we shan’t take a fall!
Now design away! design away! design away all!"
