Hey guys. I just had a sudden fit of creativity and came up a version of the Night Before Christmas poem for you all. I hope you enjoy it. And now...
‘Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through Halforums,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a door…ums.
When in through the chimney,
Santa crept without a peep,
And left presents for all the good little forumites,
All tucked in their sleep.
For Shegokigo, the charming young lady
(though considered psychotic),
He left an Eyelander, Chargin’ Targe,
And lingerie photos of the Nostalgia Chick.
For North_Ranger, the mighty warrior,
Hailing from the land of Finn,
There was a comb for his beard
And a new sauna to hang out in.
For Dave, the leader now panic-stricken
With a daughter age sixteen,
A turbo-inscribed Louisville Slugger
To defend her from guys obscene.
For CajunGal, from New Orleans,
The lover of cats and cuisine.
He left a new kitchen,
That was quite the scene.
For Shannow, who walked the Earth
Just like Caine in Kung Fu,
There was the perfect gift for journeys:
A walking stick made of bamboo.
For Espy, the young infant
Seen frequently in coughing fits,
A pack of Marlboros and E-Cigarettes
(The latter for when he quits).
For Charlie and Kissinger,
Who, against Transformers 2, took action,
He left some DVDs and a Lady Gaga CD
(the latter with a puzzled reaction).
For Chazwozel, the Picard of this crew
Shouting out, “WTF-AH!”
He left DVDs of Shark Week,
To which he might yell, “ALPHA!”
For Allen his gift,
could not be for n00bs:
Clear 8x10s
Of Droll's perky boobs.
For Li'l Sin and Jet,
A fancy gift dem gains:
A lunch invite at Cthulhu's
For some chianti and brains.
For DoomDragon6,
Who has too many syllables to rhyme,
He shall not be in this poem
(At least for this time).
A present for Gusto,
That would make his girl bluster:
A night with Felicia Day,
And all the sex he could muster.
And for that zombie kitteh
(Gruebeard's the name):
A dozen blind mice,
For dinner or for game.
For that Dutch Vyxen,
Amorous or Impure,
Kirk Hammett bound and gagged,
(scared sh-tless for sure).
To all the rest of the Halforums crew,
He left their heart’s desire
(Hoping this would keep them quiet
And prevent a war made of fire).
To those neglected and my rhyming errors,
I apologize and will take any slight.
With eggnog in hand, I wish to you all:
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAVE A GOOD NIGHT!
‘Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through Halforums,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a door…ums.
When in through the chimney,
Santa crept without a peep,
And left presents for all the good little forumites,
All tucked in their sleep.
For Shegokigo, the charming young lady
(though considered psychotic),
He left an Eyelander, Chargin’ Targe,
And lingerie photos of the Nostalgia Chick.
For North_Ranger, the mighty warrior,
Hailing from the land of Finn,
There was a comb for his beard
And a new sauna to hang out in.
For Dave, the leader now panic-stricken
With a daughter age sixteen,
A turbo-inscribed Louisville Slugger
To defend her from guys obscene.
For CajunGal, from New Orleans,
The lover of cats and cuisine.
He left a new kitchen,
That was quite the scene.
For Shannow, who walked the Earth
Just like Caine in Kung Fu,
There was the perfect gift for journeys:
A walking stick made of bamboo.
For Espy, the young infant
Seen frequently in coughing fits,
A pack of Marlboros and E-Cigarettes
(The latter for when he quits).
For Charlie and Kissinger,
Who, against Transformers 2, took action,
He left some DVDs and a Lady Gaga CD
(the latter with a puzzled reaction).
For Chazwozel, the Picard of this crew
Shouting out, “WTF-AH!”
He left DVDs of Shark Week,
To which he might yell, “ALPHA!”
For Allen his gift,
could not be for n00bs:
Clear 8x10s
Of Droll's perky boobs.
For Li'l Sin and Jet,
A fancy gift dem gains:
A lunch invite at Cthulhu's
For some chianti and brains.
For DoomDragon6,
Who has too many syllables to rhyme,
He shall not be in this poem
(At least for this time).
A present for Gusto,
That would make his girl bluster:
A night with Felicia Day,
And all the sex he could muster.
And for that zombie kitteh
(Gruebeard's the name):
A dozen blind mice,
For dinner or for game.
For that Dutch Vyxen,
Amorous or Impure,
Kirk Hammett bound and gagged,
(scared sh-tless for sure).
To all the rest of the Halforums crew,
He left their heart’s desire
(Hoping this would keep them quiet
And prevent a war made of fire).
To those neglected and my rhyming errors,
I apologize and will take any slight.
With eggnog in hand, I wish to you all:
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAVE A GOOD NIGHT!
Or at least the best-known of the forum babies.
