(to the tune of “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas”)
To place with others on the shelf.
I’m dreaming of some print fiction,
With every library I see,
May you turn each page with anxious glee,
And may all books once have been a tree.
I’m dreaming of a card catalog,
With every pixel, link, and byte,
May your books be heavy, not bright,
And may all your text be black on white.