May 7, 2026 - 'Twas the Night Before Disclosure

'Twas the Night Before Disclosure

'Twas the night before Disclosure, and all through the net, Not a skeptic was stirring, not even a threat. The reports were all posted on AlienAlerts with care, In hopes that the truth soon would be there.

The experiencers nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of Greys and Nordics danced in their heads. And I with my laptop, and coffee in hand, Had just settled in for a long night’s watch on the land.

When out on the feeds there arose such a clatter, I sprang to the screen to see what was the matter. Away to the headlines I flew like a flash, Tore open the browser and threw up the sash.

The glow of the monitors, bright as the moon, Gave the luster of midday to stories long strewn. When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a press release dropping — the moment was here!

With a seasoned old voice, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be the kick. More rapid than eagles the headlines they came, And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

“Now AARO! Now ODNI! Now Grusch and Gallaudet! On Elizondo! On Lane! On the Tic Tac display! To the top of the feed! To the truth we now run! Now dash away doubt! Dash away everyone!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky, So up to the forefront the evidence flew — With reports full of patterns, and data anew.

And then in a twinkling I heard on the wire The sound of the old guard beginning to tire. As I drew in my head and was turning around, Down the feed came St. Disclosure with a leap and a bound.

He was dressed all in data from head to his foot, And his clothes were all covered with patterns to boot. A bundle of cases he had flung on his back, And he looked like a courier just opening his pack.

His eyes — how they twinkled! His dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the timelines, then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the bandwidth he rose.

He sprang to his feed, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he vanished from sight —

“Happy Disclosure to all, and to all a good night!”

— Alien Alerts @AlienAlerts May 7, 2026 — The Night Before Disclosure