Christmas Eve Musings

The Night Before Christmas, To a sufficient degree, In an evenhanded manner..

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Site,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a fight.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Kilkenny soon would be there.

The bloggers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of comments danced in their heads.
And Cindy on her laptop and I on my dell,
Had just settled our brains for a long winters hell.

When out of nowhere there arose such a clatter,
I sprung from the screen to see what was the matter.
Away to the blog I flew like a flash,
To open Windows before it could possibly crash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the word that soon, Cindy will go.
When what to my wandering eyes should appear,
But a bunch of bloggers, from afar and near.

With a little ole driver, so lively and dandy,
I knew in a moment it might be that Randy.
More rapid than eagles his courses they name,
And he whistled and shouted, and called them by name.

Now Dean, Oh Lorax, now Strupp and Kathryn,
Oh Grumps, Oh Anthony, Brkfld Dad and Wilson.
To the top of the page, with nary a fall,
Now write away, write away, please heed the call.

And then in a twinkling, we heard that yes,
Cindy was quitting, and leaving us in a mess.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
She was gone in a leap and an Oklahoma bound.

Her eyes how they twinkled, her dimples so merry,
Saying goodbye to Bush, Obama, and Kerry.
Her mouth had a smile from ear to ear,
No more Hooter’s talk was bringing her cheer.

A glass of Chablis she held in her hand,
She sipped, she thought, of a far off land.
Maybe it’s Erin, Italy, or Somoa,
Or somewhere closer like County Door.

She hopes to soon be having her day,
In helping others to simply find their way.
It’s true, she’s leaving her family blog,
And they will surely search the net, and plod.

She spoke not a thing, and straight to WordPress,
To set up a site that will surely address.
The abc’s of travel and doing,
Without the nuance, sarcasm, and booing.

She sprang to her keyboard, to her team gave a whistle,
And away they flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard those behind, exclaim, as she drove for the night,
Merry Christmas, and Cindy, thanks for the Site.

Comments

  1. Awww! Now I’m gonna cry!

    That was great, Randy. Thanks.

    And Merry Christmas.

  2. That was really well done Randy.

    Merry Christmas everyone.

  3. Wow! This is great!

    Merry Christmas!

  4. Great job, Randy!

  5. Veeeeery nice, Randy. Merry Christmas

  6. The Lorax approves, have a holly jolly Christmas, a little late!