And all through the Rain,
Not a creature was stirring
Not even the insane.
The posts were strung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that points soon would be there.
The bloggers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Features danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
When way out there, deep in the snow,
It appeared there was a fracas below.
The bloggers and tweeters were in such disarray,
They sparred and fought with words, only to say,