“‘Twas the night before Meebmas…” 🧵

'Twas the night before Meebmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was !meebin, not even a mouse. The voxels were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that a bull run soon would be there.

The degens were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of memes danced in their heads. After a smooch from Mrs. Meeb, she’s off with a wink, So I settle in my armchair for a stiff drink.

So warm and cozy, I’m ready for bed, In the distance, I hear the swoosh of a sled. My eyelids grow heavy, but just as I doze, I hear a big splat — it sounds pretty close! Should I open my eyes, go check the snow? No need, probably just Bugs hitting the window.

I’m almost asleep, when I hear footsteps patter, I lift up my head to see what’s the matter. I perk up my ears: did I hear a “ho ho ho?” No, must be the record, picking up the tempo. I sit back in my chair to watch the snow fall, When right from the ceiling, drops a disco ball.

And what to my wondering eyes do appear, But a moonwalking elephant for reasons unclear, Busting a move so lively and slick, I think to myself, this drink hit me quick. He doesn’t stay long, leaves as fast as he came, So I recline once more and watch the flickering flame.

I manage to nap, for a short spell, ‘Til I’m awakened by a shout and loud yell. "Now MB! Now Dangros! Now Tee, Jess, Harwoo! On, Bailey! On, Runj! Tokenjuggler, you too!” New reindeer, I wonder, or am I hearing things? Perhaps this is what too much Discord brings.

So back to the fire, my attention I draw, Hearing the crackle and watching in awe. And then, in a twinkling, I hear on the roof Some prancing and pawing, and was that a woof?

I must see who’s there, so I turn on around, And changing the record, it’s Jeff Nicholas from WarpSound! He flips the album, and it starts to spin. I can’t help but wonder: how’d he get in?

His eyes twinkle, his pixels are merry! A nose? Not necessary. His hat atop his head, sitting like a bow, And the beard on his chin, as lush as the snow; Now enough about Jeff, I think I made it weird, But you’ve gotta admit, that’s a great beard.

In a flash he’s gone, so I brush off my question, And settle right in for a jam session. I relax in my seat, there’s no need to dwell, And admire my art, a gift from Marcel. Another sip of my drink — tomorrow, hair of the dog, I take a moment to google: what even is a yule log?

I’m lost in thought in the fire’s warm glow, When a shadow I spot, out the window. He speaks not a word, but walks on by, I must be dreaming, or maybe I’m high. It’s been a strange night — a strange year in fact, and thanks to our Meeb friends, the joy’s been jam-packed.

The year ahead, who knows what it will bring? (We do, in fact — and we hope you’ll love everything.) Thanks for the memes, the support, the Discord delight, Happy Meebmas to all, and to all a good night!

A memento…

Cozy up to the complete 2022 Meebits Yule Log video on YouTube and post your favorite moments with #MerryMeebmas. Many thanks to @bailey_tattoo for the animation and @warpsound_ai for the music.

With every end, is a new beginning…