'Twas the week before VeVe-Mas, when all through the place,
Not a creature was stirring, not even Yu’s Face;
Wallets are prepped, for gems & now OMI,
In hopes that St. Yu will please all the Homies;
The Fudders had finally nestled in beds,
While visions of new roasts danced in their heads;
With mom in her Stan Lee, and I still in ball-cap,
Had just settled down from the latest FUD Crap.
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When out in the yard there arose such a clatter,
I leaped from the chair to see what was the matter.
From out of the window, so pleased that I knew,
Carolers singing, “VeVeVancouver, Meetup 2!”
Falcon's VeVeVerse Mockup, and beloved IPs,
Gave hints to our save-lists, our showrooms to please,
When, what did my tired old eyes quickly see,
So-Cool Evolvables, and More Marvel Mighties
With a handsome young driver, so lively and true,
I knew in a moment it was our Saint-Yu.
Faster than MCP-burning, his coursers they came,
And he YouTubed, and tweeted, and called out their names;
"Now, DAN-ER! now, EAGLE! now, ALFRED and RANDY!
On, AARON and COREY! on BEN-ER, FAMBAMBY!
Around the Globe let’s onboard more Homies,
And burn away, burn away, burn way more OMI !!!"
As crystals shaken in Coke snow globes flies,
When bumping each other, thus pleases our eyes.
Around the world, Yu's coursers did fly,
With bags full of giveaways, and new All-Time-Highs!
All of a sudden, I heard like hoof taps,
The clicking and updates of each of our apps.
As I gazed down in wonder, not making a sound,
Into my VeVeVerse Yu came, with a bound.
He was dressed all in blue, from his boots to his head,
Fudder sounds silenced, that VeVe is Dead;
That bag of new WENS he still had on his back,
Still overworking, as he opened the pack.
His eyes were red lasers, his cryptos secured,
As if Dr of Stuff's StackR news, he had heard.
His fingers worked fast as he knew if he dared,
My wish once again, would be more Secret Rares.
More IP-plan-partners he held tight in his grip,
Finding more brands, with knowledge and quip.
With many ideas, still physically fit,
Despite all the Meetups, the working, the trips.
A Polished and Dapper, Omega Level Elf,
I paused when I saw him, nearly crapping myself;
A VeVeVerse moment, shared on his lap
Understood my questions, on why the new app.
He went straight back to task, with just so much work,
Filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And running his fingers through his great hair,
Nodded and winked, as he rose in the air;
Back in the Caravan, to his team gave a shout,
"Nostalgia in time, what collecting's about!"
Yet I heard him exclaim, as they flew their Coke Truck,
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD - HODL!
Merry Christmas, Everyone & Thanks for Reading!
(And a very special thanks to the wonderful, original poem by Clement Clarke Moore)
