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"