Originally posted on The Cvillean:
(Note: I rarely re-post, but since this is seasonal and I have several new followers since last year, here is my Christmas entry once again.)
With Christmas eve now fast approaching, I thought I would share with you a strange experience I had one year around this time (with apologies to Clement Moore).
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the sphere,
Not a blogger was stirring, not a click could you hear.
Their processors silent, their publishing done,
No comments got posted, not one single one.
WordPress fanatics were all snug in their beds,
While visions of “Freshly Pressed” danced in their heads.
But all warm in his jammies, his nightcap amiss,
Big Al was up thinking and waiting for Kris.
Old Kringle himself was now flying about,
And Al knew that this house was soon on his route.
He wanted to leave something special for him,
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