A Vacation Poem
’Twas the night time earlier than Christmas within the yr twenty-four,
When the CFPB stirred like by no means earlier than.
The firewalls have been up, and the programs safe,
As open banking loomed, each thrilling and certain.
The bankers have been nestled all comfortable of their beds,
Whereas visions of APIs danced of their heads.
With information rights and entry, and new guidelines galore,
The trade was altering proper right down to its core.
When out on the community there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the dashboard, I flew like a flash,
Turned on all alerts, able to conflict.
The glow of the screens within the new command middle
Gave a luster of high-tech to every information preventer.
When what to my questioning eyes did seem,
However a quantum-encrypted sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
With just a little outdated driver so vigorous and fast,
I knew in a second it should be St. Nick.
Extra speedy than real-time funds they got here,
And he whistled, and shouted, and known as them by identify:
“Now, Part 1033! Now, Dodd-Frank! Now, FinTech and Blockchain!
On, Knowledge Rights! On, Privateness! On, Pay by Financial institution and Open Banking!
To the highest of the cloud! To the highest of the wall!
Now sprint away! Sprint away! Sprint away all!
As phishing makes an attempt that earlier than filters fly
After they meet with detection, fail and die,
So as much as the safe servers the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh filled with secure tech, and St. Nicholas too.
After which, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of every little hoof.
As I drew in my head and was turning round,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas got here with a sure.
He was dressed all in Kevlar, from his head to his foot,
And his garments have been all fitted with anti-theft in addition.
A bundle of safe chips he had flung on his again,
And he seemed like a regulator simply testing a hack.
His eyes — how they scanned! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks have been like firewalls, his nostril like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white because the snow.
The stump of a sensible card he held tight in his enamel,
And the info encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and just a little spherical stomach
That shook when he laughed, like encrypted jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a proper jolly outdated elf,
And I laughed once I noticed him, regardless of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Quickly gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a phrase, however went straight to his work,
And crammed all of the stockings with tech that gained’t irk.
And laying his finger apart of his nostril,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his group gave a whistle,
And away all of them flew just like the down of a thistle.
However I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Safe information for all, and to all a very good night time!”
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