'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a computer mouse;
The Christmas lights were all programmed with diligent care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Z-Wave and ZigBee (oh the Zigbee) danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the house there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the family room I flew like a flash,
The lights were all dead because the Hubitat has crashed.
With flashlight in hand I just had to know
Then headed to the basement below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
A Hubitat with no glowing LED I feared.
With so little time I had to be quick,
I had to have the house ready for old St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles I rebooted it again,
A drew a breath of relief when it glowed green with fame;
Well we are getting close to the end of the year and there is one and only one thing I want:
Please Hubitat can we get the backup services so I can protect my Z-Wave networks?
