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‘Twas the Night before Christmas: A Cointelegraph Story

‘Twas the night time before Christmas, when all thro’ the Twittersphere

Not a troll was stirring, not even a financier;

The crypto was HODLed in chilly storage with care,

In hopes that Satoshi would quickly reappear;

The newbies averted FUD and slept of their beds,

While visions of lambos danc’d of their heads.

And Pomp being occupied, and Schiff spewing crap,

Weren’t calling consideration to merchants stacking sats.

When in the developments got here mentions of Nakamoto,

I had to make certain it wasn’t simply FOMO. 

Away to my portfolio my fingers did fly,

And checked on the costs — man, had been they excessive!

Then, for a second, I believed I used to be fallacious.

But no — an enormous bull run, and eight altcoins going alongside.

Who may have achieved this? Who answered my prayer?

I knew right away the reply: Michael Saylor.

A buy so huge that every one tokens mooned,

Out of character he tweeted, and shouted, all to CT he crooned:

“Now! Ether, now! Maker, now! Luna, and Solana,

“On! Matic, on! Litecoin, on! Doge and Shiba;

“To the top of the charts! To new all-time highs!

“Now to the moon! Let the whales make the buys!”

And then in a twinkling, I believed greater than as soon as,

“Maybe this is the time to cash out, after months?”

So on the promote button my cursor did hover,

As I drew in a breath, and heard myself mutter:

“Maybe,” I stated, “Crypto has other plans.”

Maybe, maybe, Christmas is the time for diamond arms.

I nodded to Saylor, and turned off my screens,

Even as customers flew in from all corners,

The tokens went wild, however I used to be content material,

Holding my Bitcoin, regardless of the place the value went.

My message before signing off, bracing for a struggle?

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all HODL tight.”