Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the world,
Nobody was playing, in bed they were curled
They hid in their safehouses, quietly growing empires
Safe and soundly they snored, hiding from the sound as the gatling gun fired
We'll be back next year, with lustre and cheer
But for now no more coding or building, or bugs or commits, no more bounties or snitches, or late night hits,
For the last time this year I'll turn out the light
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!