T’was the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, except Gilberto’s mouse,
Importing game footage into his Beast – the Mac Pro,
Inserting SD cards from games that seem so long ago,
Organizing my clips into series of Events,
Then clicking the import button into Final Cut Pro X.
The unedited footage was growing very fast,
I had to act quickly to keep up with the past.
When out in the backyard there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the office to see what was the matter.
I peeked through the back window and saw a white flash,
But it was only our dog Bandit playing with some sort of trash.
“BANDIT! BAD DOG!” I yell through the window,
He immediately hears me and drops his head low,
A plastic plant pot was held tight in his teeth,
And large chunks of green plastic lay at his four feet.
His look of innocence with one ear held high,
Made me smile and let out a small sigh,
This puppy reminds me of what is important,
So I whisper, “You enjoy your first Christmas with what you have broken.”
I will bring him in later this cold chilly night,
He’ll be in his crate, chewing a bone with delight.
I’ll then pass by my office and turn out the light,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”
Got a little creative this Christmas.