THREE MONTHS BEFORE CHRISTMAS

'Twas three months before Christmas, when all through the BLOG
Not a creature was stirring, 'cept the BINCH with his monologue;
The BINCH hated silence, and one liners too;
He craved much more than just a "How do you do?",

He set his mind to a thought and his hand to the pen;
To persuade the"fiends" to state where they had been,

It started out nice and quite simple at first;
But he couldn't hold back as his eagerness burst.

With brow set low and lips tightly pursed,
The BINCH started to blog that which was rehearsed.

He whined and he binched to all that would read,
Hoping that someone would finally take heed,

To all that he wrote and to all that he said,
It was very clear how far up he was fed.

Slight zingers were flung, tho not quite witty,
But he had a good point which in truth is a pity.

For most had gone with nary a word,
It is this that the BINCH did find most absurd.

For as all would read and none shared a thought,
The crankier, the crankier the 'ole BINCH got.

Weeks would go by, and to give credit where due.
DBAGEEK and sometimes BOBBIE REALS too,

Would respond or post a blog to be read,
Which helped give the blog life when all was said.

Which wasn't enough for the grouchy old BINCH.
It all seems to remind me of another mean grinch.

He seems to sit each night in the glow of his screen,
Growlin and scowlin and getting more mean.

Sitting at his desk with his fingers on the keys,
Typing as furiously as one would please.

Thinking to say this, and thinking to say that,
Even disagreeing with one bloggers new cat.

Many a time while writing a post,
He would not even say what he wanted to most.

But here and there, the words slipped and were lost,
It sometimes seemed offensive, but maybe he was just sauced;

Deciding to hide and make a new identity,
Undercover he went, as Guinness he would be.

Looking for TISH, LORINO, or CHRIS as it were,
Even from ALAN not even a stir!

The BINCH did not like this, as he became quite mad.
But the true root of it all was that he was quite sad;

A "friend" is more than a word here or there,
Even more is a Christian who should really care;

Some talk the walk, and or walk the talk.
Which truly is the worst form of mock.

So maybe with the new year abreast,
We could all quickly write with a lil more zest;

Resolved to question why it is that we read,
When communication is not really something we need;

Resolve to write something a new, tell me something that you might do.
DBA, fill us in on your son too, what is he now, maybe two?
ALAN and CHRIS and TIMOTHY too,
LORINO, and RUTH, how do u do?

SUSIE and JEN, DONNA and JILL,
I hope that you all have not taken up ill.

ROB and ARIK, ANDY and RICH,
I hope that you haven't decided to ditch.
Any one else was not meant left out,
BUT, let me tell you what I was thinking about.
By this we all might inherently set out to do,
To make the BINCH happy again from his moody goo.
At this time of season think of all good cheer,
The closer to JESUS we could draw near.
Draw closer together with all of our might.
"Oh by the way, MERRY CHRISTMAS and GOODNIGHT."