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’Twas the NIGHT before ______, when all through the chain, SPOs awaited eagerly — half wild, half insane; Wallets were synced by the chimney with care, In hopes that the NIGHT soon would be there. Glacier Drop claimers were snug in their beds, While visions of airdrops danced in their heads; Some with their BTC, some with ADA tight, All dreaming of allocations landing that night. When out on the memepool there rose such a spike, Traders woke up and smashed every “refresh” they could like; To the dashboard they sped, their nodes running hot, Thinking: “Is NIGHT finally tradable or not?” Then what to their wondering eyes did appear, But Charles dressed as Santa, grinning ear to ear; With bags full of NIGHT, both shiny and bright — They knew in a moment he was dropping them NIGHT. “Now Cardano! Now Bitcoin! Now ETH bags united! Your snapshot was taken — now you’re all invited! Come collect from the glacier, your airdrop’s in sight! Now swap away, stack away, trade through the night!” And then came the moment — the listings, the charts, The exchanges announcing their pre-launch ramp-ups; Whitelists and pairs began popping to view, Degens screamed: “Oh my god, NIGHT is becoming tradeable too!” Its supply was minted — no VCs took a cut, No insider pre-mine — not even a hut; The whole drop was public, no secretive mint, A degen’s dream bag with zero back-print. Charles spoke not a word, just kept filling the stockings With NIGHT allocations — the timelines were rocking; And laying a finger aside of his beard, Whispered: “cooperative economics are far better engineered.” He sprang to his sleigh, and flew out of sight, Yelling: “Happy Glacier to all and to all a good NIGHT!” @IOHK_Charles