Twas the night before BlackBerry Christmas, when all through the house
Not a keyboard was stirring, not even a mouse;
The cables were hung in the conduit with care,
In hopes that Production soon would be there;
The customers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of security danced in their heads;
Santa spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And patched all the bugs; where-ever they lurked
While updating his servers with all that he knows,
Using BlackBerry’s security, there’s threats he’ll expose
He sprang to his phone, when AtHoc whistle’d,
the alerts flew down and the threats all fizzle’d.
But I heard him exclaim, when he drove out of sight,
BLACKBERRY FOR ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!