A short, humorous spoken-word parody of 'Twas the Night Before Christmas' rewritten with cryptocurrency culture and market jargon. Two speakers alternate lines, referencing specific coins (Bitcoin, Ethereum, EOS, IOTA, Dash, Litecoin, Cardano, Ripple), community slang (FOMO, Hodlers, moon, lambos), and end with a YouTube-style call-to-action to subscribe.
Twas the night before Christmas when all.
Through the house not a creature was sleeping, not even a mouse. The cell phones were out as everyone would stare in hopes that a price surge was on its way near. The adults were not nestled all snug in their beds, just visions of lambos dancing their heads and Mama in her kerchief and I in my cap. Our unsettled brains keep begging to nap when out of the lawn there arose such a clatter. No one sprang from bed since it just didn't matter. The window was closed along with the shatter about peer to peer cache.
I heard mom, the moon on the.
Breast of the new fallen snow. China is awake and the market will grow when what to my wondering eyes should appear a flickering dove, a great fluff of fear.
The goddamn FOMO so lively and quick I knew in a moment I must.
Make a pick more rapid than eagles.
The price it became that whistled and shouted and called them by name. Now dash, now latcoin now rippling iota on cardano, on Eos, on on Ethereum and bitcoin to the top of the porch, to the top of the wall. Now moon away, moon away, moon away all as dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with.
An obstacle mount to the sky.
So up to the moon the prices they flew with FOMO and fog, but with Hodlers too. And then in a twinkling I heard.
On the roof Nothing.
I heard nothing on the roof I.
Moved, not my head nor turn turned.
Yet around as the price of bitcoin jumped with a leap and a bound. Santa stood dressed all in fur from.
His head to his foot, and his.
Clothes were all tarnished.
Holy shit.
Get out of my house. My father did cry.
Santa Claus frowned but didn't s why. My mother screamed too, but not with four words.
Bitcoin Sprite had searched, and boy did it search. My father turned and couldn't help but just stare. Santa waited, looked to me for some care. But I noticed Neo beginning to fight.
And barely heard Santa simply saying good night.
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