'twas the night before christmas, when all through the house,
not a JPEG was stirring, not even a mouse;
the wallets were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that vitalik soon would be there;
the apes were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of cryptopunks danced in their heads...
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