'Twas the night before November, when all through the town,
No home coffee pots were heating; they had all been shut down.
Starbucks gift cards were placed on their counters with care,
In hopes that the next day, red cups would be there.
The coffee addicts were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of snowflake designs danced in their heads.
But the next morning, outside, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang down the street to see what was the matter.
A quick glimpse of plain red, and at once did I know,
That people would really never let this thing go.
There was only, alas, but one thing to do:
Show the world that plain cups could be festive, too!
Why, when you've got them alongside Rudolph and Elf,
You can put all your rage away on a shelf.