T'was the night before Christmas, in Ethereum Towers, Not a creature was coding, not even the miners. The meme coins were hung by the blockchain with care, In hopes that Satoshi soon would be there. The devs were all nestled, all snug in their beds, While visions of forks danced in their heads; And mama in her moon boots, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap, When out on the ledger there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the hash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the luster of midday to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny miners, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than transactions his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, Bitcoin! now, Dogecoin! now, Litecoin and Ripple!On, Cardano! on, Solana! on, Ethereum and Tether! To the top of the blockchain! to the top of the wall! Now hash away! hash away! hash away all!" As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the rooftop the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of tokens, and St. Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The mining and hashing of each little goof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in silk, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of tokens he had flung on his back, And he looked like a trader just opening his pack. His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, Filled all the wallets, then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!" Merry Christmas from Ethereum Towers! * written by @mr_boomerET