’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the chain,
Not a wallet was stirring, not even a gain;
The ledgers were hung on the blockchain with care,
In hopes that Satoshi soon would be there.
The hodlers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of moonshots danced in their heads;
And mamma in her hoodie, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our minds from the market’s last gap.
When out on the charts there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
Away to my laptop I flew like a flash,
Tore open the charts, expecting a crash.
The glow of the screen on the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of profits to assets below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a bullish sleigh and eight crypto reindeer.
With a savvy old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than altcoins his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, Bitcoin! now, Ether! now, Ripple and Stellar!
On, Cardano! on, Doge! on, Polkadot, Tether!
To the top of the market! to the top of the chart!
Now moon away! moon away! make a strong start!”
As tokens that surge when FOMO is high,
When they meet with resistance, go right to the sky,
So up through the blockchain the coursers they flew,
With a sleigh full of wallets, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the chain
The proof-of-work buzz, like a miner’s refrain.
As I turned in my chair, and was spinning around,
Down my chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed in cold wallets, from head to his toe,
With private keys safe where no hacker would know;
A bundle of tokens he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a trader with a well-timed stack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his ledger, how sleek!
His cheeks flushed with gains; his wallet unique!
His hardware was sturdy, his software top-tier,
A true crypto legend, his motives quite clear.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his trades,
And filled up each wallet with coins he’d made.
And laying his finger beside of his node,
He uploaded his sleigh and followed the code.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the price of a missile.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Crypto to all, and to all a good night!”
Thank You,
Crypto King
