’was the night before Christmas, when all through the cloud
Not a user was stirring, and the admins were proud.
No keystrokes to be heard, no monitors alight,
It was looking to be a peaceful winter’s night.
Astro was tucked in, and Einstein too,
Dreaming of Winter ’17 and its feature debuts.
hen suddenly near the lobby there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my standing desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I leapt as fast as I could,
My Entitlement Processes could wait, this was going to be good.
My eyes fell on the sky scrapers below,
(But we’re based in Atlanta, so don’t expect any snow.)
When, what to my overworked eyes should appear,
But a man in a Tesla, pulled by eight handsome reindeer.
ouboutin’s on his feet, he stood six foot five,
I knew instantly it was Benioff, out for a drive.
More rapid than Lightning his reindeer they came,
And he whistled, and Chattered, and called them by name!
“Now, Dedupe! now, Upsert! now, Apex Classes!
On, Project Pulse! On, Grid! Come on, move your SaaSes!”
“We’re taking over every vertical, yes taking them all!
Bring one platform to the people, and answer their call.”
“We’re the best in the biz, the unparalleled cloud leader,
Fast app development and the open ecosystem sure don’t hurt either.”
“Our multitenant, metadata driven architecture is our secret sauce,
And we can explain on a whiteboard why this makes us the boss.”
ust when I thought “dude, you’re waking the neighbors!”
He drove toward the moon, undeterred in his labor,
The last thing I heard, as he flew out of sight,
Was “Ohana to all, and to all a goodnight.”