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.”