Happy Birthday, Father Christmas!

[Father Christmas]

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the net,

Not a poster was posting, for sure I can bet.

The Secret Santa gifts were placed in their forum, with care,

By tSR's Father Christmas, who'd just placed them there.

The posters were nestled, all snug in their beds,

While visions of Haruhi danced in their heads.

Tyvon sat in his bedroom, pixeling, like an old chap,

While all the rational members settled down for a nap.

But then on PixelxCore, there arose such a clatter,

And Tyvon was so busy, he thought it didn't matter!

Away to the forum, I began to fly,

Clicking "open this topic" then pressing "reply!"

Tore open the Mod CP, and threw out the trolls,

All they'd get in their stocking this year would be coal.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a post on the forum, the first in a year!

One little odd topic, showcasing a pot;

I knew in a moment... it was just a spambot.

My heart sank in sadness, for what had I came?

Back to tSR, I went, and with shame.

"Now Tomguycott! now, Gorsal! now, Lexou and Nindo!

Now, Vipershark! Now Sploder! and, Kat and Devicho!

To the top of the forum! To the top of the board!

Now post away! Post away! Create a post hoard!"

As dry humor that before the wild hurricane fly,

The posts on this forum brought a tear to mine eye.

So over-the-top with their humor they flew,

With incredible puns- oh, and some dick jokes, too.

And then, in a moment, I heard in the the board called "Real Life,"

The moaning and groaning- each poster burdened with strife.

As I pulled out my banhammer, turning around,

Inside the off-topic board, Father Christmas was found!

He posted with grammar, from his "you're"'s to his "I"'s,

A quaint chap, could scarce believe my eyes!

Secret Santa gifts looming on his ImageShack,

Looked like an admin in disguise... it seemed Dex was back!

"Hey, look, Santa's Dex!" someone posted, so merry,

When out of the blue Santa replied "oh, quite the contrary!"

His skin was so black, his nose was so long;

This was not humble Dex, but rather, Tyvon!

The rine of a melon he held tight in his teeth,

And the weed smoke encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a gold chain, and a pack of kool-aid,

A Bayside cd, and a copy of Braid.

He was skinny and bald, a right jolly old guy,

And I laughed as I saw him, 'brought a tear to my eye.

And with a wink of his eye and a twist of his nose,

(I don't know what it meant, good Lord, who knows?)

He sprang out of the forum, to everyone gave a whistle,

And away Tyvon went, like the down of a thistle.

But I heard tSR exclaim, as he disappeared out of sight,

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"