'Twas the night before update, and all through the forum
Not a poster was stirring; what display of decorum!
The wish lists were hung on the forum with care,
In hopes that St. Dorico soon would be there.
The composers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of new features danced in their heads;
In the hours before all of the secrets were known
Everyone dreamed of a wish of their own.
'Fore the gift is unwrapped, all things could be:
This thing or that, added for you and for me.
But St. Dorico called from the top of the steeple:
"One update cannot be all things to all people!
“I have chosen as well as I could,” the Saint said,
"And there is much to enjoy here, from A up to Z.
But if your wish is not met on this happy new morn,
Don’t act all surly, all mad, or forlorn.
“The team has worked hard as their minds would allow,
And e’en your wish not be met in the here and the now,
Know that our future efforts will not diminish,
And all wishes will be met 'fore we come to the finish.”
