Twas the Email Before Christmas…

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
No systems were mailing, not even in-house;
The inboxes were logged by the admins with care,
In hopes that no spam soon would be there.

The users were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of no unreads danced in their heads;
And my boss in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled the servers for a long winter’s nap,

When out on the router there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my cube to see what was the matter.
Away to the laptop I flew like a flash,
Tore open the login, and pulled up the dash.

The page on the browser of the new-opened window
Gave a ten thousand foot view of the systems below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his emails they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name.

Now Mail From! Now, Sender! Now Reply-To and IP!
On, SPF! On DMARC! On Sender ID!
To the top of the inbox, the most important of all!
Now send away, bounce away, forward away, all!

As segments that before the wild RBL fly,
When they meet with a filter, reroute far and wide,
So up to the server the missives they flew
With news of Star Wars, TFA, R2D2.

And then in a twinkling, I heard on the disk
The content filter evaluate each message’s risk.
As I reviewed all the logs to see what was found
Down the network St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in code, from header to footer,
And his HTML code styled, responsive do-gooder,
A bundle of attachments he had flung on his back,
And he looked slightly compressed as he unzipped his pack.

His GIFs, how they twinkled! His stylesheets, so merry!
His colors were like roses, his headlines in cherry!
His droll little logo was drawn like a bow,
And his background – so legible – was white as the snow.

The stump of a certificate, he held in his teeth,
And the authentication, it encircled his header like a wreath,
A good reputation, servers whitelisted by many,
His sender score high, to other vendors’ green envy.

Base 64 encoded, plump, with reference to “self”
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A DNS lookup, checks based on the head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread,

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the inboxes, then turned with a jerk,
And laying a finger aside of his nose,
Giving a nod, back delivered receipt rose.

He sprang to the packet, to his bytes gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he pinged out of sight
“Happy Christmas to All and to All a Good Night!”


From all of us here at FeedBlitz, we wish you the very best for a joyful holiday.

Phil