‘Twas the night before clownmas and throughout the dimension
The things that were stirring were beyond comprehension.
Through the halls there wandered a clown or two,
making merry with goblets of steaming clown brew
‘Hark!’ said a clown, her hand to her ear,
‘For I do believe that ceiling clown is near!’
The clowns hooped and hollered and honked with delight,
and they went to where ceiling clown would come in the night.
And ceiling clown did arrive, melting through what is and what wasn’t
To deliver to good clowns a most enjoyable present
“W̴̨̮̾̑Ê̴̺̒R̴̭͑͝E̴̹̜̍̆ ̷̳̕Y̵͇̅̚O̷̞͒U̷̙͖̿͂ ̸̫́G̶̟̜͂Ò̶̰̻͆Ò̸̹̈D̶͓̈ ̸͎̈́C̷̘͒L̸̹͆̈O̷̝͕̍̑W̴̰̑̕N̶̫̂̕S̵̛̫̚ ̸͖͚́̕T̷͈͐H̷̟͚͊I̷̤̟͛̉S̶̺̾̀ ̶̲͒̑Y̷̻̋Ȅ̸̜̑Ặ̵̣̆R̷̢̳͌?̸̙̍̋ The ceiling clown did crow,
“N̸̻͌Ê̵̺V̸͕̎͜E̵͎͒̈́R̵̲͙̉M̸̠͈͑́I̸̛̥N̴̬̈́D̴͓͖̂“ He chuckled, “I̶͗͗͜ ̴̧̥͛̍A̴͚̐̒͜L̷͚͔̂R̸̨͛ͅẸ̸̲̓͑Ã̴̝̹̒D̵̪̍͜Ÿ̷̨͉́̊ ̴̯͖͋͋K̶͖̂̒N̴̮͋͘O̶̥̭̒̑W̸̭̬̿̐“
“T̵̜̏Ḧ̵͚́I̷̼͐S̴̹͝ ̵͇̉Y̶̹͠E̷̦͠A̴̧͂R̴͉̅ ̸̝̃Í̶͎'̵͈͒V̸̢̓É̸͓ ̷͉͌Ṫ̶͕Ȁ̸͙S̴̯͑T̶̞̊Ë̸͚́D̶̹͘ ̷͉͗Y̸̦͝Ö̵͙́Ụ̴͒R̸̗̽ ̶̧̍Ḑ̵̀R̷̼̈́Ę̸͠A̶̻̎M̸͖̌S̶̛͇,̵̧̒ ̶̰͝Y̷̯̓Ŏ̵̡U̵̠͌Ŕ̷ͅ ̴̠̅Ḧ̶̯O̴̗̾P̸̙͋Ē̸̯S̵̛̭ ̸̮̕Ä̸̖́Ṅ̷̡D̵͕͐ ̸̪̏Y̷̼̽Ȯ̷̡Ǘ̸͇Ŕ̴̥ ̸̙͆T̶̮̀Ḧ̷́͜O̵̞̾Ų̴̔G̸͖͊H̵͇̏T̵͈̓S̸̘̔”
“A̷̧̽Ṅ̴͈D̷̘̓ ̶̝̅Ì̴̙V̴̡̇E̵̘̍ ̵͍́Ć̶̢O̸̟̐M̴̳͐Ë̴̖́ ̸̮̒T̶͚́Ọ̴͊ ̶̜̀R̶̖͋Ė̷̹Ť̶͍U̷͇͐R̵̞̚N̸̛̦ ̸̍ͅṰ̶̐H̵͖̋E̴͔͒M̴̙̿ ̸̹͗W̷͉̎I̷̲͑T̵̢̈H̵̘̔ ̷̪̑Ã̷͜ ̸̗͆B̸̻̀O̷͍͒W̵͈̋ ̵̼͘A̴̔ͅN̷̘̿D̸̩͒ ̷̘̑Ã̷̰ ̷̞̔B̶͔͝O̸͕͌X̶̒͜“
And with that he extended his tongue,
from which a beautiful gift was hung.
It was glistening with glitter and wrapping and spittle,
And from the 4th dimension it was somehow both large and little.
The clowns opened the box with a good hearty cheer,
and found within their dreams and hopes of the past year.
They cried and they honked as they remembered good times,
Their chuckles, their jokes, their songs and their rhymes.
For Clownmas is a time to remember who you are,
Anchoring yourself in kindness and loving friends near and far,
And with that the Ceiling clown faded with a chuckle and a wave,
and bid ado until the next Clownmas eve.