Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the blogs
Edward Hotspur had his bacon, Angie’s Grapevine had her dogs.
The synonyms were used by Honie Briggs with care,
And Homesick and Heartstruck, her feelings she would share.

The Jiggly Bits was nestled all snug amongst her words,
While Sethsnap had artistic visions and took pictures of the birds.
Kevin’s Blog was editing, following the writing tips,
While 40 is the new 13 was creating, snacking on her chips.

Le Clown’s newest blog had created such a clatter,
And 25toFly’s  comments only added to the chatter.
Away to the keyboard The Daily Post flew on its quest,
Tore open the gates of creativity and posted its newest contest.

The reviews from Rick Mallery let us all know,
About the masterful words of Dianne Gray, written from below. (well, Down Under, but it didn’t rhyme)
When, what to Fear No Weebles eyes should appear,
Ned’s Blog, in all its glory, showing no WordPress fear.

With a well-versed writer, so lively and torn,
I knew in a moment it must be Girl of The Corn.
More majestic than eagles the stanzas were put,
And I knew in a heartbeat, Ad-libb3d was afoot.

“Now Prego! now Gibberish! now Notebook and Leash!
On, Toolbox! On, Campari and Sofa! on, Cliche! (not pronounced properly, but go with it)
To the top of the Fresh Press! to the top of the wall!
Now write away! Write away! Write away all!”

As Rarasaur roars before the wild hurricanes fly,
When they meet with a Creative Liar, and mount to the sky.
So up to the Matticus Kingdom they flew,
With Lindau’s Wild Ride and a Writer Fellow too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard in my Realm,
The Ambling and Rambling of conTIMplating at the helm.
As I closed my keyboard, and was winding it down,
The Byronic Man was making a sound.

Portrait of Addiction spoke with such fervor,
And words were carefully crafted by bottledworder.
A bundle of phrases Pretty Feet took from her stack,
And Pretty Little Dreamer, the words she attacked.

With their keyboards they created with zest and with zeal,
They wrote just as passionately as brunch for every meal!
It was thursdayagain, the words he did reap,
And in between writing they read shrinksarentcheap.

They wrote from their hearts, like it was their favorite job,
And inside of them all lurked a Geeky Book Snob.
Polysyllabic Profundities wrote to make you think,
Afraid to close her eyes because I miss you when I blink.

On The Homefront took a few precious moments to reflect,
While somewhere in Lost Angeles, his writing he did perfect!
They spoke not a word, but went straight to their work,
Blending a symphony of phrases, responsibilities they would shirk.

The Writer I could be pounded endlessly on the keys,
While The Life and Times of Nathan Badley kept up the pace with ease.
There were 5 things to do today, Impressions of a Princess surely did see,
And we all lost our Large Self to the feeling of writer’s glee.

Inspiration sprang to its feet, to its words gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like a high powered missile.
But I heard it exclaim, as our brains turned to fog,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good blog!”