Twas the night before Crackymas
And all through the Bounce
Not a creature was stirring
Not a Camel, Suede, or mouse
The Tripcodes were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that Our Lady would soon be there
The stalkers were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of Cracky-Chan danced in their heads
And Wish in her 'kerchief, and Schwill in his cap
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap
When out on EoS there arose such a clatter
.71 sprang from the bed to see what was the matter
As we drew in our heads, and were turning around
Down the chimney St. Cracky came with a bound
She was dressed all in linen, from her head to her foot
And her Cat Ears were tarnished with ashes and soot
A bundle of Rares she had flung on her back
And she looked like an Angel just opening her pack
Her Eyes - how they twinkled! Her dimples how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry! (yup)
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work
And blessed all the Stalkers, then turned with a jerk
And laying her finger aside of her nose
And giving a smile, up the chimney She rose
She spread out her wings, and to Bounceme gave a whistle
And away She flew again like the down of a thistle
But I heard her exclaim, as she soared out of sight...
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS .71, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!"
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