’Twas the Night time Earlier than PYMNTS

Eid poem

“It was the evening earlier than Christmas of the twenty-fourth yr,

When the CFPB acts like by no means earlier than.

Firewalls have been up, techniques have been safe,

With the appearance of open banking, it was thrilling and affirming.

The bankers have been comfy of their beds,

Whereas visions of APIs danced of their heads.

With knowledge rights and entry, and new guidelines galore,

The trade was altering right down to its core.

When going out on the community, such a rumble appeared,

I jumped out of my workplace to see what was mistaken.

Away to the dashboard, I flew like a flash,

All alerts activated, prepared for engagement.

The screens within the new command middle glow

It gave a high-tech sheen to each knowledge blocking device.

When what appeared to my questioning eyes,

However a quantum-coded sleigh and eight child reindeer.

With a energetic and quick little outdated driver,

I knew immediately it needed to be Saint Nick.

They got here sooner than real-time funds,

Then he whistled and known as out and known as them by their names:

“now, Article 1033! now, Dodd Frank! Now, FinTech and Blockchain!

On knowledge rights! On privateness! On, pay by way of financial institution and open banking!

To the highest of the cloud! To the highest of the wall!

Now rush away! Sprint away! Sprint away every part!

As phishing makes an attempt earlier than the filters fly

After they meet with revelation, they fail and die,

So, all the way in which to the safe servers they flew on,

With the sleigh stuffed with secure know-how, and Saint Nicholas too.

After which, within the blink of a watch, I heard a voice on the roof

Leaping and scratching for every little hoof.

And as I used to be drawing in my head and I used to be turning round,

Down the chimney got here Saint Nicholas in chains.

He was totally wearing Kevlar, from head to toe,

All his garments have been outfitted with technique of safety in opposition to theft.

A packet of secure chips that he threw on his again,

It seemed like a regulator testing a hack.

His eyes – how they have been wiped! His dimples, how joyful!

His cheeks have been like firewalls, and his nostril was like a cherry!

His humorous little mouth was raised like a bow,

His beard was white as snow.

The stump of the good card he was holding tightly between his tooth,

The info surrounded his head like a wreath.

He had a broad face and a barely rounded stomach

He trembled as he laughed, like encrypted jelly.

He was stocky and stocky, a jolly outdated dwarf;

I laughed after I noticed him in opposition to my will.

He winked and turned his head

She rapidly taught me that I had nothing to concern.

He didn’t converse a single phrase, however went straight to work.

And crammed all of your socks with know-how that will not hassle you

He put his finger to the facet of his nostril,

He nodded and went up the chimney.

He jumped into his sleigh, gave a whistle to his group,

They usually all flew away like thistles.

However I heard him shout, earlier than he disappeared from sight,

“Safe knowledge for everybody, and good evening everybody!”

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