Twas The Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the blog

Not a creature was stirring, they were all sawing logs.

The words had been posted by the author with care,

In hopes that an audience soon would be there.

 

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While Memory Monday tales danced in their heads.

And mamma in her ‘kerchief and dad in his underwear,

Makes me think about Wednesday and what I might wonder there.

 

When out on in the office there arose such a clatter,

Everyone sprang to their computers to see what was the matter.

When they opened a new browsing window it flew in like a flash.

Some much content so quick it is amazing their computer didn’t crash.

 

There was a Thankful Thursday post here and another one there.

And so many funny stories they nearly fell out of their chair.

All these great topics could fill all the books on the shelves.

That might even impress Santa Clause and all of the elves.

 

I know that this silly poem might be more than anyone could take.

But I thank you for reading another rhyme from Blog by Bake.

But I will end it by saying, as I continue to write,

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!