’Twas the night before NUDESMAS (6/9), and all through the house
Not a creature was in clothing, not even a mouse.
The stockings were thrown off, to be nude with care
In the hopes that the Nudes Army soon would be there.
The nudists were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of memes danced in their heads.
Mom in only her kerchief and I in only my cap
Had just settled down for a long, nude nap.
When out in the Metaverse there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to Nudes City I flew with a flash
Sat down to a Coinflip Game and won some sweet cash.
The moon on the NUDES chart on CoinMarketCap
Gave an answer to WEN on the project’s roadmap.
When what to my wondering eyes should pull
But a flashy new LAMBO and twelve giant bulls.
With a little old driver, slippery like a noodle
Well I knew in a moment, it must be Mr. Google.
More rapid than eagles, the Nudes Army they came
And he whistled and he shouted and he called them by name:
“On Nudetlazor, on Freezz, on Bordois, and Boris!
On ItsMyFault, on Shinestar, on Geralt and Knorry!
On Jolly Hodler, on Waffleman, on SoftwareTalent, on Bob, and on Steven!
To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall
Now, strip away, strip away, strip away all!”
As dry clothes and marshmallows that before the fireplace burn
They take off from the ground, they twist and they turn.
And up to the rooftop with the Boomers they flew
With a LAMBO full of memes and Mr. Google, too.
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The stomping, the thudding of each giant hoof.
As I drew in my head and was turning around
Down the chimney, to the fireplace, Mr. Google came with a bound.
He was dressed in nothing from his head to his foot
As his clothes were all burned to ashes and soot.
A bundle of memes he had flung on the MemeSite
He looked like a peddler, meme-ing with all of his might.
His NUDES, how they twinkled, his butt dimples, how merry
His buttcheeks were like bordois’, his nose like a cherry.
His droll little mouth was sloped down to a frown
And the eyebrows on Mad Mr. Google slanted up black, not brown.
The OG NFT, he held tight in his teeth
And the Hire Gun NFT encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a nude face and a little nude belly
That shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly.
He was naked and nude, a right nudist Boomer
And I laughed when I saw him now and no sooner.
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 dev work
And burned all the stockings and turned with a jerk.
And laying a finger to the side of his nose
And giving a nod up the fireplace chimney he rose.
He sprang to his LAMBO, and to the Nudes Army gave a whistle
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim as his LAMBO squealed out of sight
“HAPPY NUDESMAS to all, and to all a good night!”
