This is what happens when Barry is left at his keyboard without proper supervision. I had to spread a little Christmas humor and practice some of those poetry skills.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the net
Not a reader was stirring, as no one was ready to post just yet.
The comments were hung by each article with care,
In hopes that St Yahoo would soon be there.
The authors were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of google-ratings danced in their heads.
Some snuggling computers at their desk, some on their lap,
All having settled our brains for a long winter’s gap.
When out on the net there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the computer to see what was the matter.
Away to my Windows I flew like a flash,
Tore open my in-box and browsed the latest mash.
And soon the best of the new-fallen posts
Gave the lustre of mid-day ideas to host.
When, what to my wandering eyes should appear,
But a celebrity blogger, his words felt so near.
With my old laptop nearby, acting more like a brick,
I knew in a moment that we must blog it quick.
More rapid than spam the commentors they came,
And then edited, and deleted, and approved them by name!
"Now Mr Chaney! now, Bubny! now, Hurd and Nacht!
On, McKnight! On, Barnett! on, on Heaton and Turner!
To the top of the ratings! to the top of the wall!
Now blog away! blog away! Blog away all!"
As dry jokes appeared before the wild audience fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, they just ask why?
So up to the blog-top the readers they flew,
With the blog full of Toys, and St Yahoo too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the net
All the laughing and hawing that each blogger could get.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the ratings St Yahoo came with no sound.
He had blogged all in blur, from header to foot,
And his articles were so tarnished with dashes, that no one would look.
A bundle of thoughts he had flung on his page
And he looked like a creature, trapped in a virtual cage.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all his bloggings, then commented with a smirk.
And lending his thoughts to topics he knows,
And giving them each a blog, up google he rose!
He sprang to the web, to his readers gave an idea to enjoy
And out came a laugh, as he practiced his google ploy.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘as he turned off the light,
"Happy Blogging to all, and to all a good-night!"