One Jewish boy was still working with aplomb and elan.
He tried to clear his dashboard of servers of red,
While visions of sashimi swum round in his head.
He raised his head up from his screen on occasion,
To see some of his colleagues showing true dedication.
But our hero knew later he’d enjoy 80 proof.
An eighteen year old would bring great delight,
Which is odd, as alone he would spend this here night.
And then, the thought did enter into his mind
Of a place where likeminded company he’d find.
His carriage would not be pulled by eight reindeer,
But the Japan Rail train out of the station so near.
From Shinagawa Seaside he would go forth,
All the way to Shibuya, no pole but points north.
Where bars and restaurants filled with the cheer
Of dozens or scores of patrons with beer!
Izakaya is where he will make his own way,
To imbibe with his tribe after a helluva day.
A night of good food and good drink lay alee,
He thought to himself with more than slight glee.
Or maybe, he thought, as his head he did knock,
I should follow my diet, and go for a walk.
The streets of Tokyo, aglow with festive light
Held many a vision for his sheer delight.
Still and all, though enjoy himself this night he would,
His mind was focused on back home – where his family stood.
Theresa and Aaron, Gilad, Gingit, and Jake
Danced in his mind as a pause he did take.
Before going out for food and for drink,
He’d head to the hotel for a Skype he did think.
But alas, the time zone didn’t work in his favour,
And let the fam sleep as their rest they should savour.
But after his food, a drink or two and a walk
He’d head back to his room, with his family to talk.
And so we can end this Christmas tale, which rings true and not tall,
To you all a good night, and Merry Christmas to all!