‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the Court,
Not a chambers was stirring (except the 9th floor).
The clerks were passed out in cheap Ikea beds,
While visions of bonuses danced in their heads.
The alumni had padded their billing with crap,
And just settled down for a quick power nap.
When out on Lafayette Square Park there arose such a clatter,
WB sprang from his desk to see what the matter.
He flew down the stairwell like an avid jogger,
and crossed Madison Place like an old game of frogger.
The luster of moonlight on new fallen snow
gave the Occupy tents a magical glow.
When what sight made his wondering head give a turn?
But a miniature sleigh pulled by eight tiny interns!
With a little old driver so lively and dandy,
He knew in a moment it must be Chief Randy.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
On Philips, on Bilski, on Myriad and Markman,
On Promethius, on Therasense, on Muni and Auction!
To the top of the Court, to the top of the wall!
Now dash away, dash away, clash away all!
As dry briefs that before an en banc argument fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky!
So up to the Courthouse his interns they flew,
With a sleigh full of goodies, and RRR too.
As Bryson ascended the stairs and was turning around,
Through the judge’s elevator the Chief came with a bound!
He spoke not a word (which was all the more shocking)
And went straight to fill each Judge’s holiday stocking.
A puppy for Sharon, a new racket for Timmy,
Chemistry set for Alan, Twilight movies for Kimmie.
With a wink of his eye and a swish of his pen,
All the year’s opinions were finished (with dissents from PN).
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a grin again,
And away they all flew like suckers into Finnegan.
But we heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight–
See you all in January at the next Poker Night!
Happy holidays Federal Circuit family!