sutomcat
No recent Cali or Iggy awards; Mr Irrelevant
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Apologies in advance to Clement Clarke Moore and anyone who ever liked him.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even BlackKnight76.
The articles were posted by the admins with care,
In hopes that more users soon would be there;
The users were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of grad transfers danced in their heads;
And MB in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just signed off our laptops for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver he swang and yelled fore,
I knew in a moment he must be igor..
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, dasher! now @Tristan! now @TrueBlue and Rocco!
On, cuseguy! on, McGoo! Cheriehoop and bnoro!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. igor too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. igor came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His prose was quite caustic, his snarky was quite scary!
His droll little post advocated more use of subs,
And more man to man defense, and benching of scrubs;
The tavern zone defense was his biggest beef;
Braswell’s been Boeheimed! Yes that’s my belief!;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, out the front door did he go;
He sprang to his golf cart, and to me gave a whistle,
And away did he drive, like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even BlackKnight76.
The articles were posted by the admins with care,
In hopes that more users soon would be there;
The users were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of grad transfers danced in their heads;
And MB in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just signed off our laptops for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver he swang and yelled fore,
I knew in a moment he must be igor..
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, dasher! now @Tristan! now @TrueBlue and Rocco!
On, cuseguy! on, McGoo! Cheriehoop and bnoro!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. igor too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. igor came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His prose was quite caustic, his snarky was quite scary!
His droll little post advocated more use of subs,
And more man to man defense, and benching of scrubs;
The tavern zone defense was his biggest beef;
Braswell’s been Boeheimed! Yes that’s my belief!;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, out the front door did he go;
He sprang to his golf cart, and to me gave a whistle,
And away did he drive, like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
