Twas the MoonFall before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, a lockdown in your house.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care.
In hopes that St Nicholas and consumerist subversions would soon be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of TikTok degeneracy danced in their heads.
And singleβ¦