(to the tune of “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas”) I’m dreaming of a real print book, Just like the ones you know yourself. With real book covers, For book club lovers To place with others on the shelf. I’m dreaming of some print fiction, With every library I see, May you turn each page with anxious glee, And may all books once have been a tree. I’m dreaming of a real novel, The kind you hold with both your hands. With check out and check in, The books don’t glisten The kind your mother understands.   I’m dreaming of …

(to the tune of Away in a Manger) Away at the Ref desk, His last chat complete, The quick reference shelver Had a desk shift so sweet.   Exams were all over, The staff were downstairs, The few that were left were Asleep in their chairs.   His status was current, His Scrabble move made, The birds were not angry, His iPhone mislaid.   He loves the library, He will sometimes sigh, One more “Where’s the bathroom?” Just might make him cry.   He’s cool and efficient, And finds all the facts, He could have been April In Men of …

(to the tune of “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer, click here if you dare and need a refresher)     My server got run over by a cloud app Quicken, Word, and CRMs all grieve I’m lovin’ Google, Mint-dot-com, and Salesforce Like Zuckerberg and cnet, I believe   It’s like software as a service It’s second nature to the kids Any metaphor will work here Clouds, architecture, rent, or power grids   I read ebooks on my handheld And I can bank while in the loo All my data’s on the network At home, at work, in church, …