After no demand at all this year, my annual Christmas-timed post returns!
As was requested in the Discussion thread (and as you've probably guessed in the title), this is my own take on the classic Christmas poem "A Vist from St. Nicholas". Yes, that is the real title of "The Night Before Christmas". Yes, I'm as surprised as you are.
Don't judge this too harshly. I tried as much as I could to make this rhyme.
But when this is based off the Internet, for now I didn't have enough time.
Merry Christmas, everyone.
The Night Before Christmas Tâwas the night before Christmas, and all through the site;
Not a user was stirring, much to Richâs delight;
The Internet cookies were hung by the server with care;
With all users in hope that the time for presents would soon be there;
The members were mostly nestled all snug in their beds;
While Xtreme gamer took advantage of the chance to reap their heads;
And Super Mods and Admins were all logged out for the night;
Except Testvirus, who was logging in as the sun shined bright;
Suddenly, in the outside world, there was a clatter;
Causing the all-nighters to get up and see what was the matter;
Away to their windows, blinded by the moonlight;
But when their eyes finally adjusted, it was quite a sight;
As what lay visible within the fall of the snow;
Were eight flying reindeer with a sleigh in tow;
With a little, young-ish rider, seemingly lively and quick;
For a moment, the users thought it might be St. Nick;
More rapid than pigeons, his coursers they came;
And he hollered and shouted, and called them by name;
âNow Sotek, now yogi, now Dagron and Curry!;
On Golden! On haters! On nightmare and looney!;
To the top of the roof! Watch out for that wall!;
And make sure weâre not parked on ice so I donât fall!â;
As the snow blew wildly as the sleigh flew by;
When they met with an obstacle, crashing out of the sky;
After moments of nothing, the air filled with silence;
The driver climbed up the drain pipe, his face showing annoyance;
Hanging over his shoulder looked to be a sack full of toys;
Hopefully filled with joy for all the girls and boys;
As they heard him stumbling about noisily on the roof;
The users began to wonder if something was aloof;
As they drew in their heads and turned around;
Down the chimney, the supposed St. Nicholas came with a bound;
He was dressed in the classic suit, from his head to his foot;
Though his face matched the clothing, visible from under the suit;
A bundle of toys was flung on his back;
And he looked like a peddler just opening his sack;
The users huddled by the door all quietly;
And watched as âSantaâ stole their presents so slyly;
However, in a sudden burst of black soot;
Appeared another Santa, approaching foot by foot;
He grabbed the imposter by the scruff of his neck;
As the drunken man began cursing to heck;
St. Nicholas threw him up the chimney so fast;
And repaired the damage as the users cried âAt last!â;
As St. Nick finished setting out all of the toys;
He approached the users âI apologise, girls and boys;
As I was delivering some gifts down the street;
That Grinch called Cervantes, knocked me off my feet;
With one too many drinks he bought from the pub;
He took over my job, saying âsee you later, bub!â;
But donât worry my friends, you have nothing to fear;
For he is now on the naughty list, and he will pay dearâ;
And with that, he placed a finger on the side of his nose;
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprung to his sleigh, to his team he gave a whistle;
And away they flew, like the down of a thistle;
The users did laugh, as they saw with delight;
Cervantes being towed along, sobering up for a fright;
And they heard St. Nick exclaim, as he flew out of sight;
âHappy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!â
By ozzo
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