Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the land,
Not a smartphone was stirring; even Lloyd did not stand.
The stockings were hung by the Nexus Player,
In hopes that Android Santa would soon arrive there.

The tablets were plugged in top off their charge,
While smartphones reclined on Qi pads small and large.
The smartwatch was powered and the backups did sync,
The house was all quiet, the sky dark as ink.

When out on the lawn there arose such a beeping,
Lloyd sprang from his bed, he was practically leaping.
He opened the camera and eased to the window,
Fearing he would have to act as a hero.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a luster of midday to objects below,
When what to his digital eyes did appear,
But a bright green sleigh and eight modular reindeer,
With a quad-core processor, megapixels, and more,
Lloyd saw Android Santa that moment he swore.

More rapid than Qualcomm his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Larry! Now, Eric! Now, Sundar and Sergei!
On, Dave! On, Matias! On, Susan and Hiroshi!
To the top of the circuit! To the top of the cloud!
Now tweak away! Tweak away! Tweak away, proud!"

As apps in the Play Store rush in day and night,
Counting to millions and reaching new heights;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew,
With a sleigh full of gadgets; Android Santa too.

And fast as LTE Lloyd heard, did not see,
The boot sounds of LG, Samsung, HTC.
As Lloyd turned off the camera and was turning around,
Through the router Android Santa came with a bound.

He was dressed all in red and shaped much like a bean,
And his body, fluorescent, a bright shade of green;
A bundle of gadgets he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a fanboy just opening his pack.

The Nexus, it twinkled! The smartwatch was swanky!
His smartphone was too big if we were to speak frankly!
The AMOLED shined like a high-contrast sun,
Huge batteries ensured until to dawn he could run.
The band of Google Glass he wore 'round his face,
the headset seemed to work with improbable grace.

Bowl-shaped was his head and his torso was round,
And two short antennae stuck up off his crown.
He was awkward and silly, a right jolly old Droid,
and laughs just burst forth from the speakers of Lloyd.
Santa blinked his light, notified him with speed,
There was nothing to fear, or an email to read.

He sent not a Tweet, but went straight to his work,
And downloaded the stockings; then buzzed an alert.
He dove into the router and pushed up to the cloud,
Leaving tablets, smartwatches, and smartphones so loud.

He installed on his sleigh, called his team on Hangouts,
And away they flew, to Mountain View, no doubt.
But I heard him exclaim, before update did drop:
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all Lollipop!"