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December 24, 2002

A #lockergnome Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a gnome was stirring, not even a logitech mouse;
David and Fizban hung the stockings with the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The chatters were nestled all snug, in their beds,
while visions of upgrades danced in Mike's head.
Track was dozing, near his 'puter so jolly
that secretly was decorated with some holiday holly.
Flatrabbit, barnma, Islander, and Mist were out the door in a flash,
to finish their shopping with some holiday cash..

Shy_anne was wrapping, Gaz and prozac was too, who needs any tape, they have plenty of glue..
Milbertus & GeekGrrl, were yakking online with to each other...

CP on the couch with Gretchen near, watching their DVD player,
and all the holiday cheer. When out on the porch there arose such a clatter,
he eventually got up to see what was the matter, pausing his movie,
he gazed in disbelief.. Jake, Tony, Lori, Randy, and Mike were taking the berries on their Christmas wreath!!

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to FrozenFood's, Tedd's, Pierce's, smgyc's, and Vex's wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

"Now, nobody! now, osmaker! now, Dolsen and Vorex!
On, noggie! on vulcan! on, usrbingeek and Bobco!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas 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 cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful 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, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

Posted in IRC & WyldRyde IRC Network , Lockergnome by usrbingeek at 2002-12-24 00:35 ET (GMT-5) | 2 Comments | Permalink


Oh man... That's awesome. =)

Posted by: Mike at December 24, 2002 12:58 AM

Yow!!! usrbin the poet!!!

Posted by: osmaker at December 24, 2002 04:59 PM

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