'Twas the night before the Xbox Games Showcase, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
Xbox fans could feel the excitement in the air,
With hopes for a new adventure starring a beloved bird and a bear.
Xbox fans were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Joanna Dark danced in their heads;
Phil Spencer himself enjoyed a refreshing nightcap,
And then settled himself down for a long summer night's nap.
When out on the lawn of One Microsoft Way there arose such a clatter,
Phil Spencer sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Not unlike the agile and quite speedy Rash.
Lambency shone on the lawn and created a glow,
And gave lustre to the Locust and the Cogs below.
When, what to Phil Spencer's wondering eyes should emerge,
But a myriad of video game riches, and hints at a Microsoft splurge.
With a little old glance, from above the Microsoft castella,
Phil Spencer knew in a moment it must be Mr. Nadella.
More rapid than eagles Nadella's coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, 343 Industries! now, Ninja Theory! now, Playground Games and The Initiative!
On, Obsidian Entertainment! on Rare! on, Turn10 Studios and The Coalition!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now show what you're made of! Reveal everything to all!
Phil Spencer suddenly awoke, confused at what had transpired.
His wondrous dream contained riches beyond anything he could have aspired.
He drove into work, dreading 12pm Eastern.
He knew a poor showing would be of great concern.
At One Microsoft Way, Phil Spencer found his salvation.
A gift-wrapped package, that would help earn him a standing ovation.
Phil Spencer opened the fortuitous gift, hands trembling,
He knew, with what was inside, he could help make sure the Xbox Games Showcase was outstanding.
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