‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the business,
Not a creature was stirring, only pure stillness.
The workspace of tomorrow was secured with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas would not attack there.
The CEO was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of a secure digital business danced in his head.
And the CISO in her office, and I in my SOC,
Had just settled for a long vigil against who knows what.
When out of the blue, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.
Away to the screen I flew like a flash,
Tore open the alert – we were under attack!
A red glow shining fiercely up on the big screen,
Gave not a clue of the threat to be seen.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
A miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old reminder of a ransomware trick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his attack came,
He whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
“Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
Come and steal their data, make it too late for fixin’”
A notorious hacker gang of them I knew,
To encrypt our precious data, would turn us all blue.
Now try as I might to stop the attack,
I don’t have skills to put an obstacle in its track.
So up to the advanced analytics team I flew,
With the skills and the knowledge to stop St Nick too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the phone,
A calm voice and clear instructions to stop my loud groan.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
The alarm went quiet, the business was sound.
Immediate concern addressed, now the team wanted to ensure,
The digital workforce of tomorrow would also be secure.
As trust would be lost if they couldn’t work come morning,
Expert advice and threat intel now packaged, how very assuring.
My eyes how they twinkled! And the CISO was merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry!
Her droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
As we had maintained our digital flow.
The attack of ransomware was stopped by the diligence of our team,
And the skill of our MSS partner in chief.
The advanced analytics and intelligent feed,
Provided all that we could ever need.
The ransomware icon, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw it, in spite of myself!
A wink of my eye and a twist of my head,
Soon gave me the know I had nothing to dread.
The threat intel team spoke not a word,
but went straight onto their daily work.
An analyst laying his finger aside his nose,
And giving a nod, up through MSS cloud they rose!
He sprang to his colleagues, to his team gave a whistle,
And away the alerts flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as we closed out the light,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"