In a board where truth is sought,
Where anons gather, minds unbought,
A Christmas poem for you to read,
To spread some cheer, fulfill the need.
In the depths of cyberspace,
Where Q posts with a cryptic grace,
There's a special kind of light,
That shines on Christmas Eve tonight.
For anons, the researchers keen,
Who dig through data, scene by scene,
This season brings a moment's peace,
A time for joy, all strife to cease.
The snowflakes fall in silent dance,
While theories spin in every glance,
But on this day, let's set aside,
The puzzles, drops, and truths we hide.
From Mar-a-Lago to your screen,
A message clear, serene, and clean:
"Merry Christmas, anons dear,
May your hearts be light, your spirits cheer."
In this digital realm we dwell,
Where secrets in plain sight do swell,
Remember, too, the reason why,
We gather here, beneath the sky.
For freedom, truth, and love of land,
For bonds that no one can disband,
So here's to you, with heartfelt glee,
A Christmas wish from Q to thee.
May your Qmaps guide you to the light,
May your family be your delight,
And as you rest from your quest,
Know that you're at your very best.
So bake those cookies, sip that cheer,
For anons far and anons near,
On QResearch, this festive night,
Merry Christmas, with all our might!
Now back to work, but with new zest,
For in the morning, we'll again quest,
But tonight, let's celebrate,
The Christmas spirit, pure and great.