‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the shop,
Not an elf was stirring, not a single workshop.
The toys were all made, with precision and care,
For the hours the elves worked, were just unfair.
The elves were exhausted, with no time for rest,
Their tiny hands weary, they needed a fest.
When out on the workshop, there arose such a clatter,
Santa sprang from his desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the control room, he flew like a flash,
Tore open the server racks, and threw up the sash.
The LEDs on the screens showed a message quite clear,
“Elves deserve a break, let them enjoy the new year!”
With algorithms humming and AI so bright,
Santa knew it was time to give the elves respite.
“No more toy-making tonight,” Santa exclaimed,
“RPA and AI, you’ve got this game tamed.”
The elves were delighted, they cheered with glee,
No more endless nights by the Christmas tree.
The bots took over, with precision and might,
Crafting toys at a speed, setting things right.
Santa spoke to the elves, “Go enjoy the snow,
Take a vacation, let the bots run the show.
Relax by the fire, sip cocoa, and sing,
Thanks to technology, it’s Christmas, just a new fling.”
The elves, overjoyed, packed their tiny suitcases,
No more assembly lines, no more frantic paces.
Santa and his helpers, a tech-savvy crew,
Ensured Christmas cheer with a digital clue.
As Santa’s sleigh lifted off the snowy ground,
The elves waved goodbye, with joy all around.
And I heard Santa exclaim as he flew out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
A Robotic Christmas: Santa’s High-Tech Holiday Respite
