'Twas the night before WordPress
As we bid farewell to another incredible year of tech and web wonders, WPBriefs proudly presents the grand finale podcast of 2023!
Get ready to unwrap a digital gift as we dive into the festive spirit with a special poem that’s bound to bring joy to your coding heart. Tune in, relax, and let the tech magic of the season fill your virtual workspace. Happy coding and happy holidays! See you all next year!
’Twas the night before WordPress, when all through the site,
Not a plugin was stirring, everything was just right.
The themes were hung by the sidebar with care,
In hopes that Matt Mullenweg soon would be there.
The users were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Gutenberg danced in their heads.
And Gutenberg with it’s blocks, and I in my theme,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s dream.
When out on the homepage there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the dashboard, I flew like a flash,
Tore open the updates and cleared out the cache.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen code
Gave a lustre of magic to the WordPress road.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a sleigh full of plugins, and Matt Mullenweg near.
With a savvy driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Matt Mullenweg.
More rapid than Jetpack his plugins they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
“Now, Gutenberg! Now, Jetpack! Now, Akismet and more!
On, WordCamp! On, BuddyPress! Let’s roll and explore!
To the top of the site! To the top of the wall!
Now code away! Code away! Code away all!”
As code that before the wild updates fly,
When they meet with an error, mount to the sky.
So up to the server, the plugins they flew,
With a sleigh full of features, and Matt Mullenweg too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The clicking and typing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Matt Mullenweg came with a bound.
He was dressed all in code, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with snippets and soot.
A bundle of plugins he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a developer just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a shortcode he held tight in his teeth,
And the code, it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old coder,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of the error.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And fixed all the errors, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy WordPress to all, and to all a good night!”