'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the site
Not a creature was stirring, waiting with delight;

The stockings were hung by the galleries with care,
In hopes that Cookieman soon would be there;

The members were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of high C-I's danced in their heads;
And Jac in her 'kerchief, and Keifer in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When on the off-topics there arose such a clatter,
They sprang to the keyboard to see what was the matter.
Running through threads, they flew like a flash,
Zipping through windows and sharing the stash.
Profile pages they beheld with amazement,
One after the other, all had a new present.
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a small gleeful elf, so lively and profuse,
They knew it must be Les on the loose.
More rapid than eagles his playmates they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Lauren! now, Twinkel! now, Larry and TeaLeaves!
On, Third-Eye! on Mimi! on, Samatar and LynEve!
To the top of the boards! to the top of the pile!
Now type away! type away! type away all!"

Over the keyboards their fingers they flew,
Piling up new comments all the nite through,
The jokes they were most merry,
And Bob's brought the sherry.

And then, in a twinkling, I saw on the page
A Great Eye that appeared in a wonderous stage.
As I drew back my hand, and was looking around,
All across the site, he came with a bound.
Though a dose of Visine would not go remiss,
For his veins were all inflamed and looked quite amiss;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his lash,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his stash.
The eye -- how it twinkled! With a gleam so merry!
Samatar looked up from his share of the sherry
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
Pursed at anyone who stuck around for the show;
And Phil's started singing from behind gritted teeth,
While the contest begins for who makes the best wreath;
The mistletoe's shown up in Verena's hand,
and she's on a mission to hang every strand.
Old members and mods are all popping in,
Leaving missives of greetings with a whirl and a spin;
A wink of his Eye and a mischievous gleam,
Led me to know this was much more than a dream;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
Looking around to make sure it was clear,
And then gave Les a nod to draw up near;
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 logged off the site,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

oh Cat this is fantastic!!!! You really are an artist my dear it is a great poem. So a very Merry Christmas to you and yours too.

LMAO... That my dear was fantastic.. great way to start my christmas morning.. lol..

Very funny...

LOLOL ... brilliant, absolutely brilliant.

Happy Holidays Cat ... and to everyone. :o))

Outstanding Cat !!! What a great adaptation !! Mr Moore would be so proud !

Hope everyone had a fantastic holiday !

Thanks for that dear Cat...I have now printed it off and is displayed in my PC room above my monitor!!!!

I just gotta chuckle each time I read it!....

well done dear gal!...'A creator with a heart'!!!

Nice poem there, mate...

THIS is a work of art Cat! What a talent you've got here - I echo - "well done!" Happy New Year... ~Mary~

Thank you all, just havin a lil fun with us all 8•)