A Blogger's Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
No home workers wore ties, nor even a blouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Congress would soon stop their bicker on pending health care;

Entrepreneurs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of profits danced in their heads;

I'm tweeting my thoughts, with cat in my lap,
Not resting my brain, no time for a nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my keyboard to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I tripped with a crash,
Having slipped on a hair ball the cat left in a dash.

The moon on the breast of the now melted snow
Gave the lustre of yellow to objects below,

When, what to my blood-shot eyes should appear,
But a miniature blogger, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a new Wi-Fi hot spot, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment that he would be slick.

More rapid than eagles his blog posts they came,
And he tweeted, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Facebook! now, MySpace! now, YouTube and Froogle!
On, Yahoo! on, LinkedIn! on, Flickr and Google!

Go bring me some links! go write on my wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

.....

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."