Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the land,
Not a smartphone was stirring; even Lloyd did not stand.
The stockings were hung by the Nexus Player,
In hopes that Android Santa would soon arrive there.
The tablets were plugged in top off their charge,
While smartphones reclined on Qi pads small and large.
The smartwatch was powered and the backups did sync,
The house was all quiet, the sky dark as ink.