‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Laura Likey was stirring, going ape shit with her mouse.
Her eyes were hung on the Twitter page with care,
In hopes that a celebrity tweet would be shared.
The blogger was not all snug in her bed,
For visions of Cory and Ben still danced in her head.
All of Hollywood traveling home for the holidays in their sunglasses and caps
How much is it gonna cost to get a good pic from that damn pap!
All of a sudden the screen came alive with gossip splatter,
She refreshed the page to see what was the matter.
Away from her email throwing starred messages into the trash,
She ex-ed out of facebook to open up the cache,
Her house rumbled with kin in some kind of row,
She locked her office door so she wouldn’t throw the first blow.
When, what to her wondering eyes should appear?
But a picture of Cory Monteith in his snowboard gear!