Twas the night before Christmas and all through Dreamstime,
Everything was quiet, as though someone stopped time.
My recent uploads sit waiting for careful review,
In hopes that by New Year they'll be the first you can view.
And I a contributor, nestled all snug in my bed,
Have visions of promise dancing in my head.
Uploads, and downloads, even more sales perchance.
New Years dreams such as this, I do romance.
When out on the rooftop arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Out to the yard, I ran like the wind,
Bare, foot and all, to see what flew in.
Oh, the moon shone bright and with the new-fallen snow,
Wished I'd brought my camera…yah, y'know.
When, what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a Dreamstime-elf sporting camera...
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