‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the site,
Not a picture was downloading not even a byte.
The blog was being plagiarized by the cartoonist, that knave,
I surely do hope Clement Moore won’t spin in his grave.
The animals were nestled all snug in their dens
In hopes that new visitors would want to be friends.
With no new ideas in my head on this night
I settled in front of my keyboard to write.
When tired I get, silly ideas in my head grow
Like talking like Yoda in verse don’t you know.
I’ve got in one window, a rhyming dictionary
For when my brain is shuttered and feeling contrary.
The moon on the breast of the recently deposited snow,
Reminds me there’s yet three months of winter to go
My brain is starting to wander, let’s get back on track,
As I slay this Christmas classic, like a big shameless hack.
There’s an old bird in the Funnies who’s wrinkled and wise,
I’m talking of Crismus, of course you’ll surmise.
And it’s on his birthday that to his house will descend,
The stars of the Funnies, each one is his friend.
Here Deema! here Big Oonch! here Nektara and Todrick!
Come in Cyran, Sass, Barnaby, Zoë and Red Rich!
Get off of the porch, come in through the door,
But I ask of you please, don’t track snow on the floor.
And then in a twinkling, in the room you could hear,
Each friend together wishing happiness and cheer.
A bundle of snacks laid on the table for the party
Were consumed by the visitors, all hale and hearty.
You know, there’s no way I’ll get through the rest,
So I think that stopping right here would be best.
And I’ll wish to you all who’ve suffered through this,
“Merry Christmas and most of all Holiday Bliss!”