Oh my. Ahem. Is this thing on?

So Super Kawaii Mama, a blog I lurk regularly on, is holding a competition, and it is awesome. There are vouchers and more vouchers and a swimsuit of your choice and it may be near-freezing outside but by god, if I won it I'd do a victory dance on my front lawn in it. I am a little abashed entering, because it looks like lots of established bloggers are going for it, but hey, surely if this prompts me to stick my head out of lurk-dom to chime in, then you know it's a hell of a contest! Anyway, without further ado (and with apologies to the original author), here is my entry:





'Twas the Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through vintage web
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.ed;
Silk stockings were hung over the heater with care,
In hopes that matching garter-belts soon would be there;
Blog readers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While new swimsuit visions danced in their heads;
And pappa in his nightshirt, and I in elation,
Were tucked up in bed with an evening libation,
When up from the laptop there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter—
And what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a marvellous website from the south hemisphere!
As I reached out my mouse-hand, and gave it a click,
Super Kawaii Mama appeared (obvs looking quite chic)
She was dressed all in vintage, from her head to her foot,
and her eyes looked quite fetching in cat's-eyes-flicked soot;
A bundle of goodies she had flung on her back,
and it took all I had not to spring and attack!
A wink of her eye and a flash of her teeth
let me know she was sensing the source of my greed.
She spoke not a word, but continued her slog,
and posted her outfits, advice columns, and vlogs,
Then laying her finger aside of her nose,
and giving a nod, gave her new post an upload.
But I heard her exclaim, ere she clicked out of sight,
"Vintage Christmas to all, and to all kawaii-bytes!"