new year’s

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the Twittersphere Not a troll was stirring, not even a financier; The crypto was HODLed in cold storage with care, In hopes that Satoshi would soon reappear; The newbies avoided FUD and slept in their beds, While visions of lambos danc’d in their heads. And Pomp being occupied, and Schiff spewing crap, Weren’t calling attention to traders stacking sats. When in the trends came mentions of Nakamoto, I had to be sure it wasn’t just FOMO.  Away to my portfolio my fingers did fly, And checked on the prices — man, were they high! Then, for a moment, I thought I was wrong. But no — a huge bull run, and eight altcoins going along. Who could have done this? Who answered my prayer? I knew in an instant the answer: Michael Saylo...