The Night Before Christmas, 2011, Revised : 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 a posting soon would be there.

The bloggers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of comments danced in their heads.
Me, I’m heedful and pensive for something to tell,
As I settled my brain for a long winters hell.

When out of nowhere there arose such a clatter,
I sprung to the screen to see what was the matter.
Away to the blog I flew like a flash,
Passing up another re-run of M*A*S*H.

The moon on the breast of the cyber-fallen snow,
Gave the vision that all the world was aglow.
When what to my wandering eyes should appear,
But a bunch of bloggers, from afar and near.

With conditions cold and oft-times windy,
I knew in a moment it might involve that Cindy.
More rapid than eagles her courses they name,
And she whistled and shouted, and called them by name.

Dick, Oh Lorax, now Jeff, Strupp, and Anon ,
Oh jimspice, Oh Anthony, Dad and Ryan.
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 thinking of joining that mess.
As I read her post and just about done,
She was gone in a leap, considering a run.

Her eyes how they twinkled, her dimples so merry,
Maybe tossing in her hat though quite weary.
Her mouth had a smile from ear to ear,
She’d run for office with little to no fear.

A glass of Echezeaux as she pondered away,
She sipped, she thought, do I want to play.
It’s nuts, it’s rewarding, it’s beating your head,
Trying to keep all the voter’s wants well-fed.

Well, in 2012 elections will come,
With candidates bright and some mostly dumb.
We will cast our vote to the left or right,
And regardless the tally we’ll continue to fight.

Speak not a word — well, that’s not our way,
We’ll debate all the issues most every day.
And it matters not whether we’re pro or con,
We’ll make our points, sometimes till dawn.

Let’s spring to our keyboards without a whistle,
And say things sure to make others bristle.
As long as we posture and don’t really bite,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good Night.”

Merry Christmas to All


  1. very clever indeed