'Twas the night before Christmas, and up in the hizzy

Anons held the line, with the shills in a tizzy

The media howled about Omicron fears

"Vaxxes for all! Pandemic for years!"

Visiting family with wide flouride stares

Fauci on TV, hawking his wares!

No respite was given, the Mockingbird sang,

Furiously jerking the Cabal's tiny wang.

"The unvaxxed are to blame for our statistical woes!

Millions are dead, our data all shows!

Ignore that lab-coat hid in the curtain!

Doom is upon us! The future is certain!"

Accused as a bad-thinking MAGA-bent grouch,

Fatigued with the normies, I sat on the couch.

Laptop to speed, salutes to the frens,

Comfefe as Biden in steel-belted Depends.

On parsing! On shitpost! On dankest of memes!

The frogs' keks haunt them in their dim fever-dreams!

For what profits a man, to sell his own soul,

to gain the whole world and forfeit the whole?

To forsake humanity to embrace the material,

to accept the illusory in the place of the real?

We bun and we bake, notabled and check'd,

To spite the bad-actors: get yourselves rekt!

The Narrative falls, and PANIC descends,

the movie begins and you'll love how it ends!

FISA brings down the House and the Purpose reveals,

the raison d'etre: ABSOLUTELY NO DEALS

Suffer the children, the Master once said,

and those that offend would be better off dead!

But pride does blind and brings the mighty to fall,

'Twould be better if they'd been born not at all!

For the Lord is not mocked, and vengeance is His,

All is not fair in the name of The Biz;

For above all things we do love our Lord,

and our neighbors thus, and forsake the sword,

except in defense, and for our childrens' sake

we gird our loins for to Evil break!

But for the moment we stand, facing the Storm,

the heralds of Doom in function and form;

Armies and chariots, the Pharaohs' appeal,

Grist for the mill, to be rendered to meal.

A trap for fools, the deceivers deceived,

the World groans for a weight unrelieved;

THE BEST IS YET TO COME was the promise they made,

in the midst of the agitprop, we fight in the shade!

For raised in the darkness were Anons for this fight,

we press on undaunted: REEEE, DARK TO LIGHT!

For Nothing Can Stop What Is Coming to be,

The Beast shall be driven back into the sea!

For ever in vain was their goal to usurp,

Their hopes swallowed up with nary a burp.

So, as this Christmas descends and Anons celebrate,

Peace and goodwill, in the stead of the hate;

Have faith and stand strong; Evil will pay;

Merry Christmas to all: GOD WINS, shadilay!