‘Twas the night before Christmas,
when all through the net,
not a blogger was stirring, for their quotas were met.
The words had been posted and read by the light of a screen,
In hopes that the devil soon would be seen.
The misbehaved were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of canes and whips danced in their heads;
And the website was stable, so I settled in for a spell.
I had something to share, a story to tell.
So girls, if you’re nice, you’d best stay away.
But if you have been naughty go ahead and hit play.