alt.games.quake2: Twas the night before Christmas



Author: Rectus Bardus

Email: zrectus.bardus@mindspring.com

Date: 1998/12/24

Forums: alt.games.quake2

Have a Merry Christmas everybody!!

And my present to y’all

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, except for my mouse

The keyboard was placed on the table with care

With my monitor and computer; my printer over there.

I cranked up my Gamespy, selected a site

Ready to frag my friends throughout the night

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter

I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter

Away to the window I flew like a kite

Opened the glass, and threw on the light.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow

Gave a luster of mid-day to objects below

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver so lively and quick

I knew in a moment, it must be Saint Nick

More rapid than eagles his courses they came

As he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.

Now, Pop! SuperTech! Oster! Roboray!

On, MadBomma, Anhedonic, Darth and Lee J.

To the top of porch, to the top of the wall

Now frag away, frag away, frag away all!

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky

So up to the housetop the courses they flew,

With a sleigh full of RAM, and St. Nicolas, 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. Nicholas came with a bound.

He wasnt dressed at all, from his head to his shin

It was then that I knew he had Captain Nekkids skin.

A bundle of upgrades he had flung on his back

And he looked like some pervert with a large ugly sack

His eyes, they were hollow! His face was so hairy

He smelled like the dump, an laughed like Jim Carry

His thin little mouth was stretch across his beard

And with rail gun in hand, he looked mighty weird

He wore pointed shoes, just like an old elf

And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself

With a turn of his head, and a blue stream in the sky

Soon gave me to know Id better duck or die.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work.

And replace my Voodoo with VGA, the little jerk.

And taunting us all, middle finger up high

He gave a salute, and vanished to the sky

He sprang to his sled, to his team gave a whistle

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, the cheap little donk

Happy Christmas to All, and to All a good SPLONK!

Clement C. Moore

As paraphrased by m.parker smith

Rectus Bardus

(to reply via Email, awaken my sleeping address)

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