It's the night before Christmas, and all on TND
Not a creature was sturring, not even a Cranky.
Joe nailed the stockings onto a chair
Because Sir Gayman soon would be there.
The users were offline, snug in their beds
While visions of HEYYEYAAEYAAAEYAEYAA danced in their heads.
And Mama with his Consome, and Sparky in his shell
Had just settled down for a HEYYEYAAEYAAAEYAEYAA.
When out on the chat there arose such a clatter
They sprang from BtT to see what was the matter.
Away to the window Sparky flew like a Bzt
Zapped open the door and ran with a zip.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the activity of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to their wondering eyes should see past Consome's fur.
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny users.
With a flat blue rider, so colored like crayons.
They knew in a moment it must be Sir Gayman.
More rapid than trolls his coursers they came
And he cap lock'd, and posted, and called them by name;
"Now, Logan! Now, Smash! Now, Tikky and Linko!
On, Sean! On Syduck! On, Roshi and Hydro!
To the top of the site! to the top of the 4th wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild flamewar fly,
When they meet with a troll, mount to the sky,
So up to the site-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of hats, and Sir Gayman too.
And then, in a twinkling, the heard at the top.
The tapping and typing of each little clop.
As Mama drew in his hand, and was turning around,
Down the threads Sir Gayman came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to MWH's foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with 4chan and m00t;
A pile of hats he had flung on his back,
And he looked like Gaben just opening his pack.
His eyes -- where were they? his dimples how flat!
His cheeks were light blue, his nose very fat!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a cookie,
Pik was hoping he got him a Snuggie;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the PMs; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up to the url he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a look
And away they all went to YouTube without a hook.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all! Oh no, I just ran over Demise."
PS: Santa Quote
Not a creature was sturring, not even a Cranky.
Joe nailed the stockings onto a chair
Because Sir Gayman soon would be there.
The users were offline, snug in their beds
While visions of HEYYEYAAEYAAAEYAEYAA danced in their heads.
And Mama with his Consome, and Sparky in his shell
Had just settled down for a HEYYEYAAEYAAAEYAEYAA.
When out on the chat there arose such a clatter
They sprang from BtT to see what was the matter.
Away to the window Sparky flew like a Bzt
Zapped open the door and ran with a zip.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the activity of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to their wondering eyes should see past Consome's fur.
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny users.
With a flat blue rider, so colored like crayons.
They knew in a moment it must be Sir Gayman.
More rapid than trolls his coursers they came
And he cap lock'd, and posted, and called them by name;
"Now, Logan! Now, Smash! Now, Tikky and Linko!
On, Sean! On Syduck! On, Roshi and Hydro!
To the top of the site! to the top of the 4th wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild flamewar fly,
When they meet with a troll, mount to the sky,
So up to the site-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of hats, and Sir Gayman too.
And then, in a twinkling, the heard at the top.
The tapping and typing of each little clop.
As Mama drew in his hand, and was turning around,
Down the threads Sir Gayman came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to MWH's foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with 4chan and m00t;
A pile of hats he had flung on his back,
And he looked like Gaben just opening his pack.
His eyes -- where were they? his dimples how flat!
His cheeks were light blue, his nose very fat!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a cookie,
Pik was hoping he got him a Snuggie;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the PMs; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up to the url he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a look
And away they all went to YouTube without a hook.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all! Oh no, I just ran over Demise."
PS: Santa Quote
Last edited by zmanrwks on Sat Dec 24, 2011 11:08 am; edited 2 times in total
