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Old Nicodemus
Guest
Well now that I have your undivided attention.. I shall begin.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even the spouse;
L33t kiddies were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of RP danced in their heads;
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
It sounded like trolls having a natter.
Away to the window I 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 mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a rather large Hamster baring his rear
My next door neighbour, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Old Nic.
More rapid than eagles through the door he came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
Oi Rudor, Oi Klav, Oi Kalgarn don't drink from my gutter,
Oi Shabish, Oi Kharok stop being a nutter!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the Hamsters they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and Old Nic too.
Once said to his team he gave a sharp 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!"
And Finally...
Now to the Albs and the Hibs,who play on old Pryd,
here's a tip from a stinky old Mid
There is something important you really must do,
For goodness sake, just gank ROO!
Merry Christmas all.. and yes, this is the ramblings of a drunken old Mage.....
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even the spouse;
L33t kiddies were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of RP danced in their heads;
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
It sounded like trolls having a natter.
Away to the window I 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 mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a rather large Hamster baring his rear
My next door neighbour, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Old Nic.
More rapid than eagles through the door he came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
Oi Rudor, Oi Klav, Oi Kalgarn don't drink from my gutter,
Oi Shabish, Oi Kharok stop being a nutter!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the Hamsters they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and Old Nic too.
Once said to his team he gave a sharp 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!"
And Finally...
Now to the Albs and the Hibs,who play on old Pryd,
here's a tip from a stinky old Mid
There is something important you really must do,
For goodness sake, just gank ROO!
Merry Christmas all.. and yes, this is the ramblings of a drunken old Mage.....
