โTwas the night before Christmas, down here in the den,
A Bitaxe was humming again and again.
The stockings were hung by the router with care,
In hopes that good shares soon would fly through the air.
The house was all quiet, the lights soft and low,
While snow laid a hush on the whole world below.
No warehouse roar, no giant mining farm,
Just sweet, steady hashing, quiet and warm.
We smiled thinking back to the builds we send out,
To folks chasing hashrate with zero old doubt.
From first-time home miners to pros who know show,
We ship little workhorses that steadily go.
Solo Satoshi, with a practical grin,
Helps Bitaxes land where the magic begins.
Not hype, not noise, not a flashy parade,
Just miners delivered, supported, and made.
Laptops are open, the dashboards in sight,
numbers are dancing like stars in the night.
The mempool is merry, fees braided in time,
Like carols in code with a rhythm that rhymes.
Then up in the logs came a glimmering chime,
A message that landed at just the right time.
Not hoofbeats on rooftops, not sleigh runnersโ flight,
But โShare acceptedโ lit up in the night.
I paused by the window, saw moon on the snow,
And thought of the miners weโre proud to help grow.
The quiet conviction, the doers, the few,
Who value whatโs solid and prove what is true.
No middleman knocking, no velvet-rope gate,
Just proof-of-work patience and steady, calm fate.
A little home lantern that wonโt dim or lie,
Turning watts into truth while the whole world sleeps by.
So hereโs to the Bitaxe, so humble, so bright,
And all those weโve helped get hashing tonight.
From Solo Satoshi to each miner in sight,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
