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‘Twas the Blogger’s Night Before Christmas

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‘TWAS THE BLOGGER’S NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the ”˜sphere
Bloggers were glad to see Christmas draw near.
Their PCs 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 just a 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
An Apple; well, what better sight could there be?
And who could neglect it and wait the whole day?
It has to be tried out, one just can’t delay.

Or maybe somewhere there’s a fast-breaking story
Important, and complex, and covered with 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 be newly updated
And here’s my grand effort””aren’t you glad you all waited?
Forgive if it sounds a bit awkward to read.
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, to write)
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!

Comments

‘Twas the Blogger’s Night Before Christmas — 18 Comments

  3. “And it’s been quite a while since Clement Clarke Moore,
    Wrote his opus (though authorship’s been claimed by Gore)”

    HA!!! Great one!

  8. I’m really not here, my Puter is disconnected.

    Our Redneck Christmas is not being neglected.

    We have them lighted icecycle thingies on the trailer house.

    And one of them red nosed raindeer on top of the dog house.

    Our yard has lights wound around all my old pickups and cars,

    And we broke out the good stuff thats in those quart jars.

    The bird is fried, the taters are cooked, and the dressing is browned.

    And the ham is baked, the greens are done, and the deviled eggs are crowned.

    No blogging or commenting for us today.

    Because this is Little Jesus’s wonderful Birthday.

    Papa Ray
    West Texas
    USA

  11. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
    And filled the comments box; called everyone a jerk,
    But I saw him exclaim, ere he keystroked away,
    “Trolls never rest, even on Christmas Day!”

  13. A marvelous meter as bright as your prose,
    From a marvelous mind as now everyone knows,
    So knock back your nog, have a Happy New Year
    Then peddle on home, we need you back here.
    Mark

  16. Hey, neo!

    I was so busy with Hannukah that Christmas just kind of crept up on me. My granddaughter attends a Jewish preschool, so I bought a menorah and a cool dreidl and we found some of the prayers. I made up a basket of 8 gifts for my g.d., which her parents doled out each day.

    That, combined with the 12 days of Christmas is a real orgy so all she got for Xmas from me was a plastic golden crown with jewels — an item of attire she wore with great aplomb. Her only request for a present was an electric train…go figure.

    BTW, she has learned to say the Shabbat blessing. Yesterday, at Christmas dinner, I asked her if she’d like to say the blessing before we ate. She looked at me solemnly and disprovingly and said, “THAT is only for Shabbat.” So the future Baron said the usual (and pedestrian by comparison) Catholic blessing. I told him we’d have to find the Latin version just to watch my granddaughter’s face when he recited it.

    I *did* blog on Christmas. Didn’t mean to, since we were having anywhere from 7 to 9 people for dinner, but the Baron was very ill from some bug he caught traveling last week and I couldn’t sleep. Larwyn had dropped an interesting tidbit in the email (even if it *was* from the NYT) so I ended up doing a post before dawn (the B is on the mend, but still not all the way back).

    Wish I’d seen your poem in time; I’d have put it up. Dr. Sanity must be rubbing off on you??

    Happy New Year, Neo. May all your trolls be amusing and not too predictable.

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