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‘Twas the night before Final Cut X-Mas
Twas the night before Final Cut X-mas, when all through the Post House
Not an editor was stirring, not even a Weiss,
The 12 cores all hummed with the App Store a-loading,
in hopes that Mister Biscardi, was wrong with his OMF forebodingAJA and BlackMagic, were nestled all snug in their webs,
While visions of non-destructive editing, danced in their heads,
And my Shih-Tzu Mia in her kerchief, and I in my Battlestar Galactica cap,
Had just settled our brains, for a night of Netflixian rapWhen out on the the Cow there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my PapaSan, so see what was the matter,
Away to the imac I flew like HTML5 (screw flash!)
Tore open Safari, and quickkeyed the X -ForumThe moon on the breast of the new fallen code,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the website below,
When what to my wondering eyes should show,
but a hyperlink, and a whole new Final Cut ProWith a little old driver, with glasses and bobs,
I knew in a moment it must be Steve Jobs
More rapid than eagles the programs they came,
And he whistled and shouted, and called out their names,“Now Soundtrack! Now, Color! Now Motion and Compressor!
On Final Cut X, On QuickTime and all of the lesser”
To the top of the download que, to the top of the App store charts!
Now download away, let’s hear the macs start!”He spoke not a word, for the last 2 whole months,
and filled all the edit bays, I felt like a dunce.
And laying a finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, to my credit card he rose!He sprang to Cupertino, to his team he gave a token,
And away they all flew, like my plugins a-broken.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight.
“Shut your stupid mouth about Final Cut Pro X, it’s only a program for Chrissakes.”John Davidson | President / Creative Director | Magic Feather Inc.