‘Twas the night before Christmas,
and no one was in the House.
Not a politician was stirring,
not a banker, nor a mouse.
Mystery drones were flying in the air,
and for some reason, people didn’t care.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of Fartcoin danced in their heads.
My neighbor took Ozempic, and Junior sent a snap,
Bitcoiners were taking profits for a long winter’s nap.
When outside my house there was a loud clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to my computer I flew like a flash,
I opened my newsfeed to see if a crash.
Fartcoin was $1,269,117,869 and on the go,
the break of dawn and a new-fallen snow.
When what to my dry eyes did appear,
but a gigantic drone and eight tiny reindeer.
With Fartcoin moving so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it wasn’t St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles, more drones came,
Someone whistled, and shouted, and called by name:
“Now, Vance! now, Musk! now Robert and Tulsi
On, Lutnick! on, Wright! on, Bessent and Bondi!
To the top of the world! Get back to the wall!
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!”
Wealth grows exponentially as the markets fly,
but they somehow missed what’s up in the sky;
So up up and away the Bitcoiners flew,
with a sleigh full of debt, and Fartcoin too—
And then, in a twinkling, it all went poof,
and everyone knew it was one big spoof.
As I was racking my brain, and turning around,
down the chimney someone crashed with a bound.
He was dressed in red, from head to foot,
And he shook off all the ashes and soot;
A heavy bundle he had flung on his back,
it rolled off his shoulders and he opened the pack.
His eyes looked tired, like he hadn’t gotten sleep,
and he mumbled something about lost sheep.
Who was this man who came from the drone?
God? A banker? Someone else on a throne?
His face was rosy and he had a big round belly.
He took off his shoes and the room got smelly.
“Can I rest a bit here?” he asked with glee.
“The witches are hunting all around for me.”
“No problem…I’ll help you,” I said to this guy.
“But can you tell me what’s going on in the sky?”
A wink of his eye and a nod of his head
made me believe I had nothing to dread.
He sat on the couch, and I brought him a beer.
“Thank you, Gorgeous!” he smiled ear to ear.
He drank down the beer and burped out loud.
Then he went to the window and pointed to a cloud.
“You’ve been a good girl, and I know you’re smart…
you know very well there’s no value in a fart.”
He filled all my stockings with heavy gold coins,
and without saying a word, he girted up his loins.
He then wiped his sleeve across his nose.
He shouted up the chimney, and up he rose;
He jumped on his drone, and gave a big loud whistle,
And they all jetted off with the sound of a thistle.
But I heard him say, before he flew out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
I still don’t know what to make of that night,
but I sang a song (click to listen) and had a flight.
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