'Twas two nights before Christmas, when all through the house; not a creature was stirring, except the podcasting and the clicking of a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,in hopes that in new episode of Seeing R.E.D Podcast soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of Rebecca, Eron and Dave's voices danced in their heads.

And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, had just settled our brains for a long podcast rap.

When out on the speaker there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window 7 I flew like a flash player, tore open the iTunes, and threw up the MPEG-2 Audio Layer.

They sprang in front of their mics, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all begin like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, 'Hey Boys and Girls welcome to Seeing R.E.D, and "Merry Christmas to all," the fat man behind the mic said.