On the night before Christmas, anons gathered ‘round.

Shovels were digging with nary a sound.

With coffee on mantles and keyboards on fire,

Anons couldn’t sleep or bother to tire.

Some anons memed. Some anons prayed.

Some scoffed about mandates they hadn’t obeyed.

Some anons shared; some didn’t have sauce.

Some tidied the ship, on orders from boss.

Some gathered notes and readied the dough.

Some were as comfy as reindeer in snow.

When from out in the yard came a thunderous BOOM–

So loud that it echoed in room after room.

Anons, at the windows, were staring with glee.

Others kept asking, “What do you see?!”

“A sleigh’s in the driveway; it crashed near the street.

And someone’s in red, from head to their feet.

Boxes wrapped nicely are spread all about.

Put on your coats, let’s try to help out!”

Quickly they headed across the front lawn,

But the sleigh and the boxes were already gone.

Then, hearing a jingle of bells in the air,

Anons looked up. And what would be there?

A frog dressed in red, with a beard snowy white,

Waved from the roof and wished them, “Goodnight.”

Then off through the skies, on a mission so clear,

The frog filled the world with holiday cheer.

May each of you get moar love for Christmas than you even know what to do with.