Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse
It was there Rhys sat
Bored off his tits
“I’ll have another blogging party”
“They’re surefire hits!”
He rang his dearest girlfriend Han
“Bring tunes or this party blows”
“I’ll bring my iPod, and my Mac Powerbook”
“No way I’m I trusting your Windoze”
“Fine!” said Rhys, taking Han inside
When suddenly, there was a ringing door bell.
Four jolly americans came through the door!
“Here you go Rhys!”, said Manuel, “a gift”
“Wow” said Rhys, “A brand new xbox!”
But no time to speak more, the next guests arrived
Jake, Lottie, Jenny, and the rest of Punclox
It was just bloggers who came to these parties
Mates also flock to these do’s
Though only for the free booze
Ally arrived next to the feast,
And she brought some homemade wine
Celeste brought some Caviar from a London hotel,
And Tilesey some steaks on which to dine.
Lasty the Aussie Contingient arrived.
Fern, Dan and the Demon Spawn.
My namesake also arrived, and gloated
“What England will never have is a Shane Warne.”
Midnight arrived, and each guest raised a glass,
And the host Rhys proclaimed, with such delight
Merry Christmas to all bloggers, all my readers and friends
And to all, a fucking good night!
Despite the fact I’m not feeling 100% festive, got hungover to buggery, and wishing I’d asked Santa for a new phone – I’m happy. Nadolig Llawen i chi gyd!!