'Twas the Night Before Christmas - Sailor Myth Style
Narrated by Rayya Veritas

`Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the clubhouse,
Not a guardian was stirring, not even the mouse; ^.~
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The senshi were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of triumphs danced in their heads;
And I in my `kerchief and Gwyn with her "nightcap,"
Had just settled down for a long winter's chat.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like The Flash,
Tripped over the pig and fell with a crash.

Righting myself and threatening Jules with a blow,
I looked out the window to see what was below.
When on what did my blurring eyes focus
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny locos. (motives, that is...)

With little mad drivers so lively and blameless (yeah, right!),
I knew in a moment it must be the gamers.
More rapid than eagles their postings they came,
And they whistled and called them by name;
"Shop, Leta! B*tch, Jace! Dance, Wilma and Sophie!
Drool, Rufus! Schmooze, Zach! Squeal, ZaZa and Jamie!
To the big party! To the big mall!
Now mix it up! Mix it up! Mix it up all!"

As dry leaves that before while hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the heights of plausibility the plots they flew,
With a bag full of fun and a dash of angst, too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of this little spoof.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
Down the chimney these gamers came with a bound.

Their eyes - how they twinkled! With madness abounding!
The nerve of these folks was amazing, outstanding!
They thought they created us, can you imagine the thought?
Like we were ideas just waiting to be caught!

The stumps of pencils they held tight in their teeth,
And brainwaves encircled their heads like a wreath;
They had computers and keyboards and mice aplenty.
In a panic, I counted at least over twenty.

They were merry and laughing, right crazy old loons,
Babbling and giggling and discussing cartoons.
But I had to forgive them as they proved themselves great.
Hurray! Huzzah! They promised to write me a date!

They spoke not a word, but went straight to their work,
And filled all the plot holes; then turned with a jerk,
And raising their keyboards far above their heads,
And giving me smiles, up the chimney they sped.

They sprang to their sleigh, to the trains gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard them exclaim, ere they drove out of sight,
"MERRY GAMING TO ALL. NOW LET'S HAVE A PARTY!"