OMG... 'Twas the night before Twitmas...
'Twas the night before Twitmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, 'cept the ol' wireless mouse;
The Tweetlings were twhirled by Twitterers with care,
In hopes that St. Twitter upon Tweetdeck would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While Twittervisions of twitter-posts danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my Twitter cap,
Had just checked our timeline before a long winter's nap,
When out in the Twitterverse there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to my computer window I flew like a flash,
Booted up my browser to see what tag had been hashed.
The glow on the screen of all the newly posted tweets
Brought a lustre of joy as I sat in my seat,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature post from a well-known reindeer,
Retweeted in moments, so lively and quick,
By a jolly ol' fellow by the screen name, St_Twit.
More rapid than eagles his Tweets they came,
And he tweeted, and twerped, and posted their @ names;
To the top of TwitterGrader! and to Facebook's great wall!
Now tweet away! tweet away! tweet away all!"
One hundred and forty characters in earnest I typed,
Over and over again without hype,
And up on my friend list my followers they grew,
After reading Twittin' Secrets, yes all 100, mind you!
That Twitterrific twingle that shook like a cyclone.
As I drew in my hand, to flip my phone around,
Up on my touchscreen St. Twitter's Twitpic came with a bound.
He was dressed in faux fur, from his head to his feet,
Like the twitterer of all twitterers, and I was dying to retweet;
A bundle of twitter apps he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a jolly twitterer straight from TwitterPacks.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like rosy @ signs, his nose like a Twitterberry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
His stumpy little fingers looked tweet-worthy for sure,
Like a happy twitter addict not seeking a cure;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
Perhaps the result of too much beer at some deli.
He was chubby and plump, atop Twitter wallpaper of elfs,
And I laughed when I saw this, in spite of myself;
In the wink of an eye, another flip of my iPhone,
As quick as it came, his tweet was now bygone.
He had twittered his tweet, then twittered back off to work,
I'm sure he's off twittering; to other kind tweoples and (a few) jerks,
And now my Twitter fingers are again twitchin' to tweet,
And I'm giving the nod, before I turn up the heat;
You should spring to your keyboard, and get ready to tweet,
Be it replies, direct messages, tweetlaters or retweets.
For the last thing St_Twit posted before he flashed out of sight,
was a message to Tweet: "Happy Twitmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
by Dan Hollings
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