☕️ Twas the Day After Christmas... 🎅🏻

It’s the day after Christmas and we here at Coffee & Crypto are still basking in post-Christmas glow.

So much so, that we thought we’d take Boxing Day to pen you a little holiday cheer.

We hope you enjoy it, but don’t worry, we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled programming on December 28th.

Ahem. Here goes nothing.

Twas the night before crypto, when all through the blockchain,

Not a trader was stirring, not even to gain.

The wallets were hung by the computers with care,

In hopes that Sant-oshi soon would be there.

The Coffee&Crypto writing staff were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Bitcoin highs danced in their heads.

And Mama with her cold wallet, and I with my cap,

Had just settled in for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the Twitter there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.

Away to my exchange I flew like a flash,

Quickly opened my dapp and checked my stash.

The moon on the crest of the new-fallen snow

Gave a luster of midday to objects below,

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But a de-Santralized sleigh and eight crypto reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,

And he whistled and shouted and called them by name.

“Now, Bitcoin! Now, Ethereum! Now, Ripple and Dash!

On, Litecoin! On, Cardano! On, Stellar and Tron!

To the top of the market, to the bull run’s call!

Now trade away! Trade away! Trade 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 moon-top, the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of gifts, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head and was turning around,

Down the chimney, St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in Supreme, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.

A bundle of gifts 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 on 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 bowl full 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,

And 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,

“Merry Crypt-mas to all, and to all a goodnight!”

Stay caffeinated and Happy Holidays,

Coffee & Crypto Team

DISCLAIMER: None of this is financial advice. This newsletter is strictly educational and is not investment advice or a solicitation to buy or sell any assets or to make any financial decisions. Please be careful and do your own research.