‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house,
Not a deviant was clicking
On a touchpad or mouse.
Deviations were packed
In their boxes with care
In hopes re-designers
Soon would be there.
The deviants were nestled
All soft in their Profile
In hopes that a change
Would come soon with style.
They’d heard mysterious stories
From the Betas upstairs,
And they knew something special
Soon would be theirs.
New dark mode, new light mode,
Love Meter, and more!
New backgrounds, Profile headers,
More storage for Core!
One curious deviant,
Sketchbook tight in their grips,
Couldn’t wait one day longer,
They must see E