‘Twas the Night earlier than Christmas: A Cointelegraph Story
‘Twas the evening earlier than Christmas, when all thro’ the Twittersphere
Not a troll was stirring, not even a financier;
The crypto was HODLed in chilly storage with care,
In hopes that Satoshi would quickly reappear;
The newbies prevented FUD and slept of their beds,
While visions of lambos danc’d of their heads.
And Pomp being occupied, and Schiff spewing crap,
Weren’t calling consideration to merchants stacking sats.
When within the traits got here mentions of Nakamoto,
I had to make sure it wasn’t simply FOMO.
Away to my portfolio my fingers did fly,
And checked on the costs — man, have been they excessive!
Then, for a second, I assumed I used to be flawed.
But no — an enormous bull run, and eight altcoins going alongside.
Who might have completed this? Who answered my prayer?
I knew immediately the reply: Michael Saylor.
— Michael Saylor⚡️ (@saylor) December 24, 2021
A purchase order so huge that each one tokens mooned,
Out of character he tweeted, and shouted, all to CT he crooned:
“Now! Ether, now! Maker, now! Luna, and Solana,
“On! Matic, on! Litecoin, on! Doge and Shiba;
“To the top of the charts! To new all-time highs!
“Now to the moon! Let the whales make the buys!”
And then in a twinkling, I assumed greater than as soon as,
“Maybe this is the time to cash out, after months?”
So on the promote button my cursor did hover,
As I drew in a breath, and heard myself mutter:
“Maybe,” I mentioned, “Crypto has other plans.”
Maybe, maybe, Christmas is the time for diamond fingers.
I nodded to Saylor, and turned off my displays,
Even as customers flew in from all corners,
The tokens went wild, however I used to be content material,
Holding my Bitcoin, irrespective of the place the worth went.
My message earlier than signing off, bracing for a struggle?
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all HODL tight.”