‘Twas The Blog Before Christmas

Posted: December 20, 2012 in Holidays
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Here’s the deal.

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
No computer was stirring, no printer, no mouse;
But WordPress was typed into Google with care,
In hopes that a new post soon would be there;
The readers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of versus danced in their heads,                                                                                                                                                                              And Ma in her kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap –
When out on the laptop there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to Windows I flew like a flash,
Typed in http followed by colon double slash.
The moon on the screen created a glare,
And a sense of magic hung in the air,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature blogger who wrote like Shakespeare,
He sprang from my hard drive, with vigor and glee,
And I knew in a moment it must be McBee.
More rapid than eagles his blog posts they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Versus Gum! Versus Sand! Versus Cross Country Races,
“Versus People Who Take Up Two Parking Spaces;
“Versus Flip Flops in Spring and Sporks in late Fall!
“Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
Up to my desk-top the blog posts they flew,
With amazing content – and great comments too.
And then in a twinkling, my screen grew yet brighter
with the clicking and clacking of one little writer.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Through the internet Makya came with a bound:
He was dressed all in sweat pants both purple and pink,                                                                                                                                                            And his clothes were all tarnished with white out and ink;
A bundle of fresh blogs were flung on his back,
And he tried as he might not to look like a hack:
His eyes – how they twinkled! His dimples: how merry,
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And his long white beard was attached with velcro;
He had a broad face, and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly:
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old blogger,
And I jumped when I saw him – as if I were Frogger;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his pen
And I knew that his writing was about to begin.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Making fun of everything like an internet jerk,
And with one keyboard stroke, he decided to post
Showing the world what, this week, he’d decided to roast.
Then he sprung back to his Kia, to return to L.A.,
And he started the engine and left right away:
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight –
Happy Christmas to all, now it’s time to rewrite…

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Comments
  1. Well, *now* it’s Christmas!

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