‘TWAS THE BLOGGER’S NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the ‘sphere

Bloggers were glad to see Christmas draw near.

Their laptops were turned off and all put away

The bloggers were swearing to take off the day.

Their children were nestled all snug in their beds

While visions of extra time danced in their heads

With a father or mom not distracted by writing

No posts to compose, and no links to be citing.

But we all know that vows were just meant to be broken

And the vows of a blogger can be a mere token.

There’s always a chance that some sort of temptation

Will rise up to make them of fleeting duration.

For instance, there might be found under the tree

A sleek Mac; well, what better sight could there be?

And who could neglect it and wait the whole day?

It cries to be tried out, one just can’t delay.

Or maybe somewhere there’s a fast-breaking story

Important, and possibly leading to glory.

It can’t be ignored, there’s really no choice,

So add to the din every blogger’s small voice.

And then there are some who may just like to rhyme

(I’m one who at times must confess to this crime),

And it’s been quite a while since Clement Clarke Moore

Wrote his opus (though authorship’s been claimed by Gore)—

So it seems about time it was newly updated

And here’s my attempt—aren’t you glad you all waited?

Forgive if it sounds a bit awkward to read.

In writing, I set a new record for speed.

I had to get under the wire and compose it

Before Christmas Day. Now it’s time that I close it.

But let me exclaim (or, rather, I’ll write)

Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!