Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the perimeter
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Twitterer.
The firewalls running on the network with care,
In hopes that no hackers would ever be there.
The security teams nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of threat maps danced in their heads.
The CISO her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our heads for a long winter’s nap.
When out on old Facebook there was posted a link,
To target poor me, who woke up for a drink.
I clicked from my phone, unaware it’s malicious,
My accounts were all breached, but the milk was delicious.
When out in the yard there arose such a clatter,
I ran to the lawn to see what’s the matter.
Worried it was hooligans on eggnog and beers,
But ho! The social risk management fox appears!
“I’ve come to get rid of a social network impurity
By providing proactive social media security!
On Facebook, on YouTube, on Twitter, on LinkedIn,
And all the malicious actors acting within.”
He darted around with his present-filled bag
And pulled out a package with a little red tag
He placed it under the tree all wrapped in a box,
Upon it he wrote, “A contract with ZeroFox!”
He turned from the tree and went back to his work,
While filling the stockings, he turned with a jerk.
He’d set up our ZeroFox not a moment too soon,
It alerted on malware and we were immune!
It happened in real-time and there was no installing.
Then the fox sprang to the woods, with the snow softly falling.
But I heard him exclaim as I stood on the lawn,
“Happy Christmas to all and we’ll see you at ShmooCon!”