First off, Merry Christmas to all my friends and readers! I hope your holiday was awesome. This was an okay holiday. I’ve never been the biggest fan of Christmas, but last year was probably the best Christmas I ever had and will have. This one…it was not as great as last year, but it was still nice.

I feel really bad for people who are dealing with loss of loved ones and other huge troubles this year because I can’t imagine how hard it must be. This was not my best holiday, and it makes me feel for those who are having a really bad Christmas. When you are down on your luck or suffering loss, the lights and tinsel and stressful gatherings seem to do nothing but highlight your shortcomings and problems.  

Luckily, I did give a small handful of gifts this year (not enough to feel like a real contributor to the season…but whatever), and of course, one involved a signature Prentice poem. I hacked my mom’s Facebook account and paid for her to have the full version of Words With Friends with no ads. I made a card with a spiffy image made in paint with this poem inside:

Twas the night before Christmas
your Facebook was hacked,
but the intruder had reason,
for such an attack.

The interloper waited,
until you were in bed,
as visions of Words With Friends,
danced in your head.

The trepasser ignored,
your profile with care,
in hopes that its user,
would log-in unaware.

So whilst playing Words With Friends,
you’d jump with a clatter,
and refresh the page to see,
what was the matter!

With excitement as fierce,
as using Z on a triple score,
you laughed “it’s a miracle!”
“There aren’t ads anymore!”

I know hacking a website,
is quite impolite,
but for sake of Christmas,
I did it in spite!