Merry Christmas from Arisant!

From all of us at Arisant, we would like to wish you a Merry Christmas and happy holiday season! See you in the new year!

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a keyboard was clicking, not even a mouse;

The VMs were spun and provisioned with care,

In hopes that St. Niklas soon would be there;

The DBAs were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of SQL danced in their heads;

And Joe in his polo, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,

When from Polaris there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what’s the matter.

Away to my laptop I flew like a flash,

Logged into the console to see what was cached.

The dark gave way to my screen’s blue glow

As I began to examine the tables, the objects and rows.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a ticket in JIRA, and the problem unclear,

With a call to the Swede, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment I needed St. Nik.

More rapid than eagles his architecture came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called product by name;

“Now, Exadata! EBS, OCI, and Linux!

Peoplesoft! IDM! and Oracle CX!

To the Cloud we will go, your support costs will fall!

Now TCO, ROI, savings for all!

To on-premises data centers we will wave goodbye,

It’s time that you modernize and look to the sky;

So up to the Cloud the databases flew,

Both dev and test and even production too.

And just like that, the lift ‘n’ shift  done in a poof!

It happened so quickly, to believe you’d need proof.

Another project complete, we were feeling profound

Without missing a beat St. Nik was inbound.

He was dressed in all navy, from his head to his toe,

And on a t-shirt read #freemydata, you should know.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And tied up loose ends; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, out the door he did go;

He sprang to his Range Rover, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle,

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”

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