Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the blog
Not a creature was stirring, not even ol' Bob.
The avatars hung by the posters with care,
In hopes that St. DFO soon would be there;
But the master was nestled all snug in his house.
While visions of page views still danced with his mouse..
With mamma in Boise, and I with her cat.
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out from my keyboard arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the laptop I flew like a fright.
Tore open the Windows and threw up the site.
My thoughts on the breast of the new-fallen snow.
Came a posting much earlier I missed it I know.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a well-wish, from Bob, and it seemed so sincere!
With a little more gazing, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be a trick.
More rapid than eagles his thoughfulness came,
So I whistled, and shouted, and called each by name:
“Now, Cindy! now, Christie! now Thom and DeePee!
See, Sweet Herb! See Spencer!, see Idaho Escpapee!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
I cried to them each and I cried to them all!
Like dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When Bob met an obstacle, my nerves he would try.
But suddenly with all of the wishes so true.
He had slayed me with kindness, and DFO too.
So I laughed when I saw it in spite of myself;
I had to look twice to see just how I felt..
With a wink of his pixel and a twist of his keys
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to seize;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his post.
And changed the odd nature of he and our host.
See, I heard him exclaim, like I said so sincere:
“Merry Christmas to John, and a Happy New Year.”