A ScriptX Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the site
Not a blogger was posting….
Y’all know I’m kidding, right?
It’s that time again. Yes, Christmas is here Coming as always at this time of year
Yet even this night, December 24, Sees many a posting text, photos, and more.
The Scripts, they were writing some answers for asks, and as time ticked on they gathered more tasks.
Many had jobs, and others just school But all took time to think about Yule.
Some could celebrate with family and friends Others had work, the kind with no end.
But then they all heard, while they sat drinking tea, On their phone, a message. What could it be?
A new Script was there, but who was he/she? The name said Santa, a Holiday devotee
His icon was red, with a Christmas tree green. His blog talked of ornaments and festive cuisine.
We asked ourselves, “From where came this stranger?” He swiftly assured us he wasn’t a danger.
He explained he was here speaking from the North Pole. He told us “I give gifts to the nice, and to the naughty, coal.
“So to you I bring these gifts three. They’re rather useful. I’m sure you’ll agree.
“The first is patience for the frustrating anons They need your help; don’t shoot them with cannons.
“The second is words both gigantic and small So your jargon filled answers are understood by all.
“The final is love, though it may seem cliche But I know you’ll need plenty, some for every day.”
And with these words, he made his escape. We stared at our screens, our mouths agape.
But soon we came to and all began typing We couldn’t believe such a mythical sighting.
But after a while and plenty of thought We all decided it mattered not.
For if we’d imagined the red suited man One thing was clear we could all understand
His message of cheer, of hope, and of light Was a sign of good tidings this Christmas night.
So as we all left to sleep in our beds, Where visions of sugarplums would dance in our heads,
We smiled a smile of Christmas cheer, And though of the ‘morrow, when loved ones’d be near.
And as I finish this fictional tale I wish you “Merry Christmas” as your presents, you unveil.
Merry Christmas, y’all
Splat.
It’s been a year, so I thought I’d reblog this.
