With Sincere Apologies to Clement Moore

Also, my apologies to all the people I didn't get included in this poem. There are many more bloggers I wanted to include, but my brain got tired. Please know that if you are not included below it is not because I love you less than the included people. I love you all, every one of my readers and the writers of the blogs that I read.


'Twas the night before Christmas, when into my blog
I tried to write something but fell asleep like a log;
I had a strange dream about friend after friend
Most only known by their blogs where too much time I do spend;

I first dreamed of Emily so far away,
I dreamed of warm weather in which she and Little Dude did play;
And then there was Freebird,
She brought Mr. E for a party she’d heard,
They’d come ‘round the world to join us she said
She said Mr. B had stayed home in his bed.

Just then we turned to see Aphron walk up;
Sybil was with him but she seemed quite torn up.
Seems Aphron had not listened just right
And brought her out when she wanted to stay in tonight.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a dear sweet tall man with some pizza and beer,
The party could start for BJ was here!
He's stolen my heart and soon the rest knew
What a wonderful man he is, but devilish too!

We turned on some music and some started to dance,
FTN and Autumn came in and they took a chance
To twirl ‘round the floor to celebrate their romance.
Desmond arrived and brought his wife Molly
They left the kids back at home so they both looked quite jolly!

The party was hopping, the guests were all agrin
When Mr. Husbland and his wife Lex strode in.
The door barely closed when it opened a bit
To admit Finished Last who showed up looking fit.
“That SELAP diet really works,” he said proudly
And he showed off his abs as the girls giggled loudly.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
A sound that I thought for sure was a spoof.
It couldn’t be real but saw as I turned around,
Down the chimney Digger Jones came with a bound.
He had on his cage, or so we were told
He wouldn’t show us claiming not to be bold.

Just then in came All of Her Secrets and revealed
So much of herself that some of the men reeled.
The bloggers they partied, they chatted, how merry!
They enjoyed themselves much, oh they did very very!

The hour grew later, I thought we were all there
I was wrong though because coming in late was Old Bear.
He joined in the frivolity, happy and light
We all partied as though not one had a plight.

But soon in my dream I saw the hour grow late.
We’d had fun, we’d had laughs, we had shared the same fate
Of tiring early, we’re getting so old
We’re not young anymore and not near so bold
As to stay out all night to the morning’s first rays
No we better all get back to our regular days.

As we hugged at the door to say our goodbyes
We spotted a fellow arrive who was quite a surprise!
He was dressed all in red from his head to his toe
Had a sack on his shoulder and a beard white as snow.
He opened his sack and passed out some gifts
Then turned on his heel and disappeared ‘round some drifts.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he strolled out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."