T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the community
Not a member was stirring, not even Pointy
The stockings were hung by the bases with care,
In hopes that St. Megaman soon would be there.
The Maniacs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Shadowblades danced in their heads;
And Britt in her kerchief and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my sleep mode to see what was the matter
Away to the window I ran like Starnik
Tore open the shutters and threw up on some fat chick.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
Gave a luster of midday to members below;
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But some miniature Rush reindeer,
With a little blue driver, so lively and grand
I knew in a moment it m,ust be St. Megaman!
More rapid than Myones his coursers came
And he whistled abnd shouted called them by name.
"Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet! On Cupid! On Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch, to
the top of the wall! Now dash away, dash away, dash 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 coursers they flew,
With a sleigh full of screws-And St. Megaman too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawinh of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Megaman came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot,
And his were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of screws 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 holographic beard on his chin was as blue as the-um-well, lets see here... ah yes! the tow.
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 skinny and blue-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.(Except being blown to pieces if I didn't get back in bed!)
He spoke not a word, but lifted his laser,
Then turned with a jerk, his beam was set to Metroid Kaiser.
And laying his blaster aside of my nose,
He shot me almost and then up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team he 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,
"QUICK GUYS LETS MOVE! I MISSED THAT GUY AND NOW WE ARE SCREWED TONIGHT!"
Santa probably wouldn't have done that, but I didn't like Christmas after his blast.
I almost got shot last night for getting out of bed,
And soon next morning I found the guy dead.
Apparantly he had stolen Gary's hammer,
So Gary got mad, and hit him KER-WHAMMER!
So let this be a lesson to all of you I said,
If you think Santas outside, STAY IN BED...