‘Twas the Night before Christmas: A Cointelegraph Story



‘Twas the night time earlier than 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,

Whereas 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 within the traits 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, have been they excessive!

Then, for a second, I assumed I used to be unsuitable.

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

Who may have achieved this? Who answered my prayer?

I knew immediately the reply: Michael Saylor.

A purchase order so large 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 highest of the charts! To new all-time highs!

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

After which in a twinkling, I assumed greater than as soon as,

“Perhaps that is the time to money out, after months?”

So on the promote button my cursor did hover,

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

“Perhaps,” I mentioned, “Crypto has different plans.”

Perhaps, maybe, Christmas is the time for diamond palms.

I nodded to Saylor, and turned off my displays,

At the same time as customers flew in from all corners,

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

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

My message earlier than signing off, bracing for a combat?

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