It was the night before cutover the old gear gone south
No one was pleased, not my boss, not my spouse
The racks were all hung in the Data Center with care,
In hopes that the network would somehow reappear
The Cutover Team roused from their beds,
While visions of their new network danced in their heads;
And me in my office fielding the calls,
I had just settled down to yell at them all
Then out of the break room there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my office to see what was the matter.
Away from my desk I flew like a flash,
Tore through the break room to hear about a server crash
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
My CCIE Team with his crew from Cisco, eight Engineers
More rapid than eagles this team appeared by my side
When they met with an obstacle, they prevailed with pride
So up to the Headquarters the progress reports flew,
about the lab full of gear, and my CCIE too.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down to the Data Center CCIE St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed ready to do the migration , from his head to his feet
A bundle of Hardware he had admired like a treat
And he looked like an expert just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his team was so merry!
This week’s work from the sales team exposes, they had not a clue so he was wary!
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And completed the cutover then turned with a smile
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the elevator he rose;
He sprang to his ride and to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
“Merry Cutover to all and to all a good night”
Ryan Webb
CCIE Agent Team Lead North America