Twas the Night Before Christmas, Baristanet Version

Regular commenter "Nellie" offers this poem to you, dear readers.

Twas the Night Before Christmas (or Holiday)

By Nellie

'Twas the Night before Christmas
And all thru "B'ville
Not a creature was stirring
Computers were still

Each Baristanet blogger
Was snuggly and warm
Away from the fracas
Of those B'Net storms

Karen Banda was snug in her bed with her dog
As was Jerseygurl, sleeping sound like a log
And Walleroo's stocking, that sad little sock
Was the talk of the season on Liz' whole block

Suddenly was heard in the midst of the quiet
Some couldn't believe it; they just didn't buy it
The sound of computer keys, clacking so loud
It started with one, then you had the whole crowd

It's Christmas, not Holiday," typed in some folks.
"No it's Holiday proper, I'm not telling jokes."
"The thing in the square, is a Christmas tree, see."
"No, a Holiday tree is what it's meant to be."

Then Roc he chimed in, doesn't want to be taxed
While Spiro T. Quayle claimed ROC didn't have the facts
Cathar, once again, wowed us with his fine words
In jumped Laser Lefty, said "I need to be heard."

The computers got louder as Cro joined the talk
Along with the Iceman, and Conan didn't balk
In jumped Cary Africk, his reasoning did rule
Some couldn't say enough 'bout that new Montclair School

Generically Mike had a thought here and there
And then State Street Pete had them all lend an ear
Joining the Mikes was Mike 91
Mrs. Martta had left; she was out on a run

King Harvest chimed in, as did Jimmy and Stu
Herb gave his thoughts, they were upbeat, not blue
And then Katebird Rex talked of love for her pets
Carl from Glen Ridge is as good as it gets

They all gave their thoughts that they thought were worth millions
Now here comes an idea from the well-known Prof Williams
"You're all talking now, and you're taking the bait
Let's continue this chat at my palatial estate."

So to prof's big estate the commenters ran
Ran Katie, Appletony, and Tudlow the man
At the site was NoCorzine, and Anti-cathar
Paz came from Montclair; LiFer came really far

When out on prof's lawn there arose such a clatter
They sprang from their PCs to see what was the matter
Away to the window they flew in a flash
Mellon Brush brought his cats, boy, did those felines dash

When what did their wondering Christmas eyes savor
A real true live image of a Santa screensaver
A guy with a beard and a Santa Clause smile
Greeted the crowd; his voice traveled a mile

"Hi Sandy, Hi Courson, Hi Banana Split
Hello there, Amandala, Mauigirl, You're a wit
Mathilda, who cares if my sleigh causes gases?
Hello one and all, all you laddies and lasses

Hey Cuddles, Hey Nachos, there's Realhawker, too
Hello, Frankgg, you always come through
Hey, this side of watchung, Barista Pet's here
Hello montclairmom, you have nary a care

Now, I do have to say you must call a ceasefire
Of Baristanet Bick'ring, don't you all tire?
Can't you all get along in the spirit of peace?
In 2010, all your bad words must cease.

Some of you understand blog etiquette
But others, it's courtesy that you don't get
For some here, the posting is more than a quirk
You must log out of B'net and get back to work

Treat Liz and Debbie in a much kinder manner
Stop all your picking on all the blog grammar
And then when you find you have bad things to say
Take a deep breath and just walk away

Annette works so hard putting up the blog posts
At BaristaKids, Moms and Dads like it most
And Monty and ackme, Tron, Crank, please don't vanish
You don't want to be like the folks who were banished

When Fran takes nice pics, be sure and say thank you
And try to be kind, as thumbs they will rank you
Be a little more giving, keep those thumbs raised
You'll make people so happy, they'll love getting praise

The crowd, it was hushed at Santa's deep words
Not a sound for a moment from the folks could be heard
They looked at each other and broke into smiles
The spirit of peace could be felt strong for miles

Their hearts filled with joy, all the bad feelings curbed
They even had nice things to say 'bout Joel Schwartzberg
Conservatives, liberals, friends now forever
You gotta admit it, that Claus guy is clever

And Santa, he chuckled a loud, Ho, Ho, Ho
And into the sky. he and sleigh did both go
And we heard him exclaim as he took to the air
"I'll be blogging tomorrow as Rudy Reindeer"

P.S.

If your name isn't here
Don't sit sad and hollow
Give out a shout
And more verses will follow