The night before Christmas Triond style.
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It was the night before Christmas
And the forums were dead
So I laid down my mouse
And headed straight off to bed
I fell right to sleep
With a snore and a sigh
And dreamed in the morning
My page views would be high
When out on my lawn
I heard a loud crash
And a red suited fat dude
Was at the door in a flash
Two dozen elves
Were close on his heels
Then they open their laptops
With laughter and squeals
My articles in front of them
Lickety split
Then each tiny elf
Started to click
They hit Stumble, Xomba,
Digg it and Blogger
And when I thought they were through
They clicked even longer
When their fingers were tired
And their eyes had gone blurry
They packed up their stuff
And were gone in a hurry
I could wait not a minute
To get back online
To Triond I headed
For a million page views to find
My face just lite up
As I grinned ear to ear
What an outstanding finish
To a prosperous year
They heard me exclaim
As they flew out of sight
Merry Christmas to all
I made a buck fifty tonight…
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