Twas the night before Christmas and everyone is drinking,
Sorrowful, or celebrating, but done with the thinking.
Whether happy or filled with existential dread,
2025 has you all seeing red.
The games industry layoffs are finally slowing.
And the effects on releases are totally showing.
“AAA” games have put one “A” for sale.
Because “AA” games are less likely to fail.
The wars around the world are still filled with hysteria,
Nobody knows what will happen in Syria.
How dark must things be for there to be an urge
For the first health insurance CEO Purge.
The renters keep renting, the owners keep owning,
The kids these days have reasons for groaning.
Our AI overlords have not yet arrived,
And Web3 and VR, none of which have thrived.
Webstores, at least, are making a dent,
In the platforms and their outrageous thirty percent.
“The next big thing?” Feels like ashes and dregs,
Nobody cares, we’re just trying to buy eggs.
So with twenty-twenty-four finally expiring,
I wish I could say something great and inspiring.
Instead hoist up your whiskey, your wine, or your beer,
And have a merry christmas and happy new year!
