The Night Before Christmas...more or less

"Twas the night before Christmas and all through the sphere

Not a blogger was strirring, they must be getting beer;

Their posts were all placed on their pages with care,

In hopes that new comments would soon be there;

Some of them were nestled all in their beds,

While visions of blog awards danced in their heads;

JM in her turtle jammies, and I in my cap,

Wrote today's posts, typed up in a snap;

When out on the web there arose such a clatter,

I had to check the monitor to see what was the matter;

Away to the desk, I waddled like a duck,

Tripped on a rug and screamed "Oh F***";

 

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

A shimmering list of blogs, I hold them so dear;

They always make me chuckle, or bring a tear to my eye,

Split a gut laughing, or just make me sigh;

There was Canadian Blogger Girl, with her yummy meat pie,

And Taurus still drooling, over the hott dentist guy;

Lyndylou and her shovel, fighting Scotland's big snows,

Wishing for a fireman, or maybe just a hose;

And then there was Barb, on the Carolina coast,

She gives us much love, but Bruce gets the most;

Bubbles is there, her banner so bright,

Her blog is a beauty, filled with color and light;

Becca at My Life, isn't feeling so well,

I gave her an award, because she's so swell;

Caterpillar for me, is a brand new find,

Can't wait to read more, to see what's on her mind;

ib is fretting, about being a good Dad,

I predict he'll be the best, a kid ever had;

Wit sharp as a rapier, I'm diggin' Mrs. Hyde,

Tough on the surface, all gooey inside;

Fighting Eric the Viking, our sweet Aussie lass,

Mynx will defeat him, because she's loaded with class;

Jess could be JM's step-mom, you know that it's true,

But damned if her hubs, didn't recover from the flu;

Cinderita is a thinker, so young yet so wise,

If they are a reflection of her soul, she must have beautiful eyes;

Hed is back in America, we're so glad she's here;

With this new chapter, I wish her a life full of good cheer;

With poopy and vulva and nipples in the air,

Sandra write's her blog, with an awesome kind of flair;

Miss Vicki nearly grounded, security man is so sad,

A little too drunk, or the wild mambo would have been had;

The Empress was honored, but on her parade one did poop,

Thank goodness Miss Poopy, has now flown the coop;

It's clear from SSW's posts, Mr. D gives her a tingle,

From her profile, she may have to remove "single";

I'm sure there's an awesome blog, that I somehow missed,

Please chalk it up to my old age, and not get pissed;

Of their posts and their comments, every blogger should be proud,

My sincere best wishes, to my wonderful blogger crowd!!!

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!