It was the night before Christmas, when all through the Twittersphere
No troll moved, not even a financier;
Crypto was stored cold with care,
Hoping that Satoshi would reappear soon;
The rookies avoided FUD and slept in their beds,
While visions of lambos danced in their heads.
And Pomp busy, and Schiff spitting trash,
We weren't drawing attention to merchants stacking satellites.
When mentions of Nakamoto appeared in the trends,
He had to be sure it wasn't just FOMO.
Away to my wallet, my fingers flew
And I checked the prices, man, they were high!
Then for a moment I thought I was wrong.
But no, a great bull run and eight altcoins.
Who could have done this? Who answered my prayer?
I knew in an instant the answer: Michael Saylor.
He is making a list. He's checking it three times. #HappyHodlDays pic.twitter.com/cb6yzLKEbc
- Michael Saylorโก๏ธ (@saylor) December 24, 2021
A purchase so massive that all the tokens died,
Out of place, he tweeted and screamed, all to CT crooned:
"Now! Ether, now! Maker, now! Luna and Solana,
"In! Matic, in! Litecoin, in! Doge and Shiba;
"To the top of the charts! To new all-time highs!
"Now to the moon! Let the whales do the shopping!"
And then, in the blink of an eye, I thought more than once,
"Maybe this is the time to get paid, after months?"
So on the sell button my cursor moved,
As I inhaled and heard myself murmur:
"Maybe," I said, "Crypto has other plans."
Maybe, maybe, Christmas is the time to diamond hands.
I nodded at Saylor and turned off my monitors.
Even when users flew from all corners,
The chips went crazy, but I was happy,
Holding my Bitcoin, no matter where the price went.
My message before I say goodbye, preparing for a fight?
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all the tight HODL."
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