(Note: I rarely re-post, but since this is seasonal and I have several new followers since last year, here is my Christmas entry once again.)
With Christmas eve now fast approaching, I thought I would share with you a strange experience I had one year around this time (with apologies to Clement Moore).
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the sphere,
Not a blogger was stirring, not a click could you hear.
Their processors silent, their publishing done,
No comments got posted, not one single one.
WordPress fanatics were all snug in their beds,
While visions of “Freshly Pressed” danced in their heads.
But all warm in his jammies, his nightcap amiss,
Big Al was up thinking and waiting for Kris.
Old Kringle himself was now flying about,
And Al knew that this house was soon on his route.
He wanted to leave something special for him,
Since with…
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The Cvillean 
I think I remember it and chuckling last time I read it. Just wishing you a Happy New Year in passing
Your writing is first rate!
Of that, there’s no debate.
Your blog is full of proof,
That you not only write clearly, but are also funny and can write poetry.
I’m looking forward to another year of “The adventures of a little read writing Hood”!
Just making the rounds to see who has been naughty and who has been nice.
So happy you re posted this :}
I am sure that I must have read that before. I have been around here long enough but I will most heartedly agree that no matter how many times I read it, it is always fun and makes me smile. You are wonderful
Glad Old Kringle, came to your house and left a message to prove it!