Posted on November 13, 2007
Twas’ the night before Christmas, when all through my pad, not a creature was stirring, not even dear old dad; The stockings were hung by the chimney with love, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be heard up above; The children were nestled all warm in their beds, while visions of Nickelodeon in HD danced in their heads; And mama in her jammies, dreaming of the savings, dear old dad can’t stop thinking of his NFL channel cravings; When up on the roof there arose such a clatter, we sprang from the bed to see what was the matter; And at the small window I caught a glimpse of our new Dish, tears sprung to my eyes, for it was my family’s one Christmas wish; The satellite dish on the roof, against the new fallen snow, gave me hope of the new quality television, I would soon have the pleasure to know. When what to my wandering eyes would appear, but a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew that very second that it was jolly old St. Nick. Just as quick as Dish Network satellite beams , his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted , and called them by name: “Now,DASHER! Now, DANCER! Now PRANCER and VIXEN! On COMET! On CUPID! On DONDER and BLITZEN! From the East Coast to the West Coast to the Islands of Nepal, high quality HD programming, and Dish Network to all!