Twas the morning of Christmas
Not a present under the tree
But Santa still ate all the milk and cookies

The stockings stayed hanging
Upon the chimney prepared
But not even a single toy was in there

You could see the children's faces
Turn from joy to dismay
Left without any new games to play

After much searching
All that could be found
Was a short note left upon the ground

"Sorry kiddos
I know this is not what you expect
But Santa kept his bitcoin on FTX

So on this Christmas
All I can offer to you
Is advice to buy your sats pure and true

No paper bitcoin
No need to earn
Don't buy shitcoins because of the burn

Stay humble and stack sats
Take them off the exchange
Or get rekt like santa with only yourself to blame"