'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through our shack,
Not a problem was stirring, not even a hack.
The modems were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Redspin soon would be there.

The techies were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Linux danced in their heads.
Motherboard in her slot, and I with my apps,
Had just settled down for coffee break naps.

When out in the parking lot there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my Aeron to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The glow of the halogens on the white-striped pavement,
Turned the lot like a circuit board, made of cement.
When suddenly they appeared, those wonderful fools,
My auditing firm with eight killer tools.

With a bunch of employees as ugly as sin,
I knew in a moment it must be Redspin.
More rapid than eagles in Ford Fiestas they came,
They whistled, and shouted, called their tools out by name;

"Now Internal Assessment! now, External Assessment! now,
Website Audit and PenTest!
On, FirewallCAT! on WinCAT! on, fTrace and all the rest!
To the back of the server farm! Turn left down the hall!
Now hack away! hack away! hack away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So into the network the auditors flew,
With CPUs full of tools, and Redspin too.

They were dressed all in Jeans from their feet to their pates,
Every one of them looked a lot like Bill Gates.
A bundle of tools they had loaded on laptops,
They thought they looked cool, thought they looked black ops.

I saw one pass by, skinny and meek,
And I laughed to myself, at this incredible geek.
Then when I watched him perform his first test,
It gave me to know I had hired the best.

They spoke not a word, went straight to the network,
And audited all the systems; then turned with a jerk.
And laying their fingers inside of their nose,
They mined for some gold in classic nerd pose.

They sprang to their Fiestas, to their team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard them exclaim, ere they drove into the night,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a safe site!"

Season's Greetings
All the best to you and your family.
– The Redspin Team