A New Take on an Age-Old Classic, as Told by a VeVe Digital Collecting Enthusiast!
‘Twas the week before VeVeXMas, when all through the app
Not a creature was stirring, not even a DAAP;
The wallets were stocked full of gems with care,
In hopes that St. Yu would shortly be there;
The merged-account children were nestled in beds,
While visions of MINT #’s danced in dad’s head;
With mom in her snuggly, and I in ball-cap,
Had just settled down for a much-needed nap,
When in the backyard there arose a big clatter,
I jumped from the couch to see what was the matter.
Quick to the window I sprang in fast time,
Whipped open the window and threw up the blind.
The hope for bat lighting shone bright like the stars,
Giving glow to the watchlist we hoped would be ours,
When, what did my burnt-out eyes quickly see,
But a 1:1 Delorean, and eight tiny Marvel Minis.
With a handsome young driver, so lively and true,
I knew in a moment it clearly was Yu.
More rapid than drop clicks his coursers they came,
And he texted, and tweeted, and called them by name;
As crystals in snow globes shaken do fly,
When bumping each other thus pleases the eye,
So into the app, Yu’s coursers they flew,
With bags full of OMI, and DISNEY COMIC BOOKS too!
And then, in a moment, I heard in the web app
The prancing and pawing of each little tap.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Into my YouTube Yu came with a bound.
He was dressed all in gold, from his head to his boots,
And his clothes were all shiny with glitter on too;
A bag of new WENS? he had flung on his back,
And he looked overworked as he opened his pack.
His eyes, they did sparkle, his smile bizarre,
As if Chavez had asked for another Charizard!
His hands worked fast as he knew if he dared,
That my wish if he asked would be more Secret Rares.
Next year’s IP plans he held fast in his grip,
Teasing the users, with hints and with quip.
He had a warm smile and was physically fit,
Despite the Con-shows that kept coming, the trips.
He was trim and proper, a friendly young elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, nearly pissing myself;
A tap of his phone and a shake of his hand,
Soon let me to know the next drop I would land
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Filled all the gem bags; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his hair,
Gave a wink and a smile, as he rose in the air;
Jumped in the Delorean, to his team gave a hoot,
And back in time they all flew like the rebirth of Groot.
But I heard him exclaim, as they flew their 1:1 model,
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-HODL!
(And a very special thanks to the wonderful, original poem by Clement Clarke Moore)