Twas the night before christmas when all through the house
Addy malin had a hammer and was chasing a mouse.
The topics were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Pryce soon would be there;
Flashwerewolf and Wesker nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of action movies danced in one of their heads
And
in his 'kerchief, and Kinjo in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Kinjo sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window Kinjo flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of 4M to objects below,
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature mecha, and eight chibi cats
With a lazy looking pilot, so lively and nice,
He knew in a moment it must be St. Pryce.
More rapid than fire his felines they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Keichi! now, Kyon! now, Simon and Rei!
On, Haruhi! on Kana! on, Fuuko and Mei!
To the top of the RP! to the top of General Discussion!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry topics that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an lock, mount to the sky,
So up to the 4M-top the felines they flew,
With the mecha full of posts, and St. Pryce too.
And then, in a twinkling, Kinjo he saw
The scratching and pawing of each little claw.
As Kinjo drew in his head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Pryce came with a bound.
He was dressed in a flight suit, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of post 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 his hair from the stress was as white as the snow;
The stump of some pocky he held tight in his teeth,
And the crumbs that fell from it were shaped like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a slightly round belly,
That shook, when he facepalmed like a bowlful of jelly.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave Kinjo to know he had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And posted in all the topics; 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 mech, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But Kinjo heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Keep posting on the 4M, or tonight's your last night!"
Wow I think I actualy did pretty good with this.