when a wee little blogger set out on a quest.
A quest to spread goodness and joy through the net
joy he felt only hís words could spread.
And he started typing and typing some more
if you saw him typing you'd think there's a war
and he sat in the room of communications
being in charge of foreign relations.
But the truth, of course, was different by far
the truth was our blogger was no writing star
and he wrestled and tossed with a big writers block
but his fight was in vain, on his mind stayed a lock.
Around midnight he screamed "Oh fuck cunt crap shit,
this rhyming thing's hard, I think I will quit."
Of course this is something he'll never admit,
but I think the champagne didn't help him a bit.
He crawled into bed, now accepting defeat
taking solace in the dinner tomorrow he'd eat.
Then out of the snowless yet cold starry night
there came the echoes of a jingly flight.
These sounds of course came from Santa Clause
who had heard of our poor old blogger's forced pause.
He flew in through the chimney, and covered in soot
broke into the house and tickled the bloggers foot.
The blogger arose from his sleep with a start
but when Santa said "Hi," now thàt stopped his heart.
And Santa continued "I have heard of your trouble,
don't worry my friend, our minds are now double."
Then they started thinking, their minds now together
dismissing small talk about movies or weather.
Yet sadly they were soon synchronously stumped.
It was then that our small smart blogger boy jumped.
"I have an idea!" he exclaimed, "it's so simple and easy!"
Then Santa admitted he felt a bit queasy.
He said "I've come down here to help you to blog,
but turns out my mind's even more of a fog,
and here I have been of no help at all!"
At this the blogger laughed and curled up in a ball.
"So you still cannot see, now can you dear man?
It's you who are at the base of my plan!"
So the blogger hugged Santa and said "you will see!
Go online tonight, you'll follow me!"
Slightly confused, poor Santa departed
and when he had left, the blogger restarted.
He wrote up the tale of his strange meeting
with Santa Clause up to the story's completing.
And he sat there smiling, his quest was fulfilled
for never before were his readers more thrilled
than at his tale of heartwarming proportions
no matter 't was full of his mind's strange contortions.
At this at last our poor blogger could sleep
but before he did so his heart did leap.
He realized now no matter what he'd discuss
it'd all come down to: Merry Christmas!
Allemaal zalige feesten, en bedankt om ondanks de onregelmatige posten toch te blijven lezen ;)
b. Your window to Christmas.
