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'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
not a Holo was streaming, not even a mouse.
The schizos were nestled all snug in their threads,
while visions of numbers danced in their heads.
When out on the board there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the thread I flew like a flash,
scrolled down the replies, and filtered out the trash.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny cunny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Oji-saint Nick.
More rapid than (you)'s, his cunnies they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
"Now Gura! Now Kobo!
Now, Laplus and Biboo!
On, Shion! On, Miko!
On, Anya and Mococo!
To the top of the thread!
To the top of the page!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
down the chimney Oji-saint Nicholas came with a bound.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and posted all the lewds, 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,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
