The Night Before A Biotech ChristmasPosted by nicoleatbio on http://biotech-now.org/the-night-before-a-biotech-christmas-121701.html on December 18th, 2009 — Industry & Biotech Twas the night before Christmas, through the labs and the birm
Not a creature was stirring, not even a worm;
The biotech stockings were hung by the fume hood with care,
In hopes that the lab rat soon would be there; The E. coli were nestled all snug on their plates,
With warm temperatures they began to replicate With my student in his white coat,
and I in my jacket I’d just settled in for a biotech nap. Suddenly my student jumped up, “I know what this means!”
This will stamp out hunger. They’re genetically modified soy beans! I sprang from my chair to see if this was the moment of truth. Away to the incubator I flew like a flash,
Tore open the doors and looked through glass. Then as I turned I noticed the UV light on the gel
Gave the purple luster of evening to objects around, Then, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,
With a lab rat driver, so smart and so quick, I knew in a moment it must be St.Nick. Faster than the speed of light 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!
At the speed of light, to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!” As a bead of light shoots off into space,
It meets with an obstacle, it refracts to someplace,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of cool lab toys, and stuffed Einsteins too.
And then,in a twinkling,I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Thorough the fume hood St. Nick came with a bound. He was dressed in lab gear from his head to his feet,
And his clothes were glowing with tritium, creating some heat; A bundle of biotech toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a lab sales rep opening his pack. His eyes — how they twinkled! his whiskers how merry!
His cheeks were white and furry, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little furry nose was drawn up like a bow,
And the fur on his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a carrot he held tight in his teeth,
And the heat from the Bunsen burner encircled his head like a wreath; He had a long pointy face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he squeaked like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly lab rat,
And I laughed when I saw him, don his red hat; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the lab benches; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the fume hood he rose; He sprang to his sleigh, 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, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”