Gobs of users were surfing, from oldies to noobs.
But in one tiny corner of the great interwebs,
All the members were off with their families and friends.
But one lady sat typing homage to tradition,
Cool and quiet, holiday's intermission,
"If I had a new template," she said to herself,
"I'd get sneaky tonight and give them all out."
But giveaways sat waiting on the Giveaways board,
From generous women (or maybe just bored),
And presents were waiting away from the 'puters,
(Well unless they'd been opened by holiday looters).
Out in the snow Santa Dragon was checking,
All the bases were covered this year, so he reckoned
But the season is not quite complete without meddlin'
From a fat old red dragon (or this author, but no tellin'),
So the metaphorical roof was reindeer-trodden upon,
Through the metaphor-chimney dropped a ton
Of eggs, now given, twice gifted again,
Patience rewarded in two weeks would be seen.
The first challenge was laid: to add in some color,
Christmas or not, one's as good as the other,
Then upload the orb and post it up here,
Before midnight on the thirty-first draws near.
But there were presents to wrap now, a shower to take,
Many dreams to be had 'fore t'was time to wake,
So to bed with you all, and bed for me too,
Make your Christmases merry and fuzzy all through.
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