The Night Before Bitcoin

'twas the night before christmas, and all through the net,
no transactions were processed, not even a bet
the miners were hung by the fans with aplomb,
in the hopes that they wouldn't be unplugged by mom

the manlets were nestled all snug in their chairs,
losing their wallets to trojaned warez,
and tibanne on his throne, ver on a stick,
andreas is drunk and getting vitriolic

when suddenly on reddit a new thread is hot,
"banks buying bitcoin! they're buying the lot!"
no evidence is posted to support this notion,
but the upvotes have spoken, and caused a commotion

the lines on the graph of the unstable price
start rocketing upwards, no more rolling the dice!
when suddenly, selling, a red arrow shows
some actual volume, and transaction lag grows

with this kind of movement, so many orders to fill,
they knew it their hearts it was the work of a shill
with money to burn thanks to the fed,
battle plans formed, and the sticky now said:

"now voorhees! now fenton!
now, charlie and roger!
hang on a minute,
who isn't a tax dodger?
no matter just buy,
the beast isn't picky!
quick, give it money,
while i start the wiki!"

their fortunes depleted, pocket money spent,
the older among them investing the rent,
personal credit forever in red,
but totally worth it, the bearwhale was dead

and then, a new message, a reply to a post,
some economic analysis from user cum-ghost,
the rainbows confusing, the triangles scattered,
but it turns out none of that had really mattered

utility, value, a wave of the hand,
none of this matters to freemen of the land
a reminder, he posted, as best as he could:

"no matter what happens, for bitcoin it's good!"