twas …

… the night before groundhog day,
and all through the stores …
not a Barcelona could be found,
no one could get the cores

The POs were in, parts placed on the lab table with care,
in hopes that shiny new Barcelonas would soon be there.

The systems were built snugly in their cases,
while power was waiting to light up their fascias …
and momma in her lab coat, and I in my head lamp,
had just settled in to measure some Amps,

When out there on the landing, there arose such a clatter,
I though surely the UPS person had been around here.

Away to the door I raced like a fox,
hoping against hope that it was the Barcelona Box

to be continued

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