'Twas the night before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the internet Not an identity was stirring, not even a Passport .NET The user accounts requests were submitted with care Hoping that their access would soon be there The users were nestled all snug in their beds While visions of being able to do their jobs danced in their heads The servers and computers were in sleep mode Awaiting someone to move a mouse and send the wake up code