'Twas the Night Before Anthmas
A Holiday Funfest poem
by PikaChan ^_^
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'Twas the night before Anthmas, and all through #earthbound
Not a chatter was stirring, nor making a sound.
The stockings were hung by the monitor with care;
In hopes that St. reidman soon would be there.

I knew that Saiko was away in bed,
While visions of bishounen danced through her head.
And Yama on his pillow, and me in my nightie,
Had just settled down, tucked in warm and tighty.

When from the computer arose such a ping,
I sprang from the bed to look at the thing.
Away to the monitor I flew like j0hndeere,
Hoping it wasn't what I had feared.

The moon shone through the window onto my screen,
Giving it a luster like I had never seen.
When what to my bespectacled eyes should appear,
A miniature netsplit and eight ops, oh dear!

With a big fat driver, with a big pink nose;
I thought it was SLing, but he was too old.
More rapid than NickServ his followers came,
He pinged, then FINGERed, then called them by name:

"Now Picky, now Anthadd, now Luna and Traceh!
On guru, on Poo, on Jamie and Godeg!
To the top of the list! to the top of the ops!
Now ping away, ping away, ping away, don't stop!"

As fast as a ROFL when Carpy would typo,
When they meet an IRCop, away they go.
So up to the access list the OPs they flew,
With a sleigh full of @'s and St. reidman too.

And then, in a pinging, I heard in the channel
The static and clinging of fresh-bought flannel.
As I drew in my mouse and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. reidman came with a bound.

He was dressed all in leather, from his head to his feet,
And his clothes were all soiled, but it couldn't be seen.
A bundle of @'s he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a butcher with a new chopping rack.

His eyes, how they drooped, his dimples all saggy,
His cheeks all puffy, his chin all baggy.
His wide ol' mouth was drawn like a bow,
And the beard on his chin had yet to grow.

A FiF CD he held in his hand,
It must have been his favourite band.
He looked at the title, Electric Boogaloo,
As he laughed his belly shook like a pile of goo.

He was chubby and plump, it could have been SLing,
I laughed when I saw him, it was such a funny thing.
A blink of his eye, and a crack of his neck,
Soon told me that laughing was something I'd regret.

He spoke not a word, and went straight to business,
And filled all of my stockings, then again popped his neck.
And pointing a finger at my computer screen,
Up the chimney he rose, looking a bit green.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a ping,
And away they all flew like a netsplit with springs.
But I heard him shout out, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry christmas to all, and to all a good night!"