Mina Chaos
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Posted - 2005.12.25 07:24:00 -
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Edited by: Mina Chaos on 25/12/2005 07:35:26
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Sobaski
Not a creature was stirring, not even an asteroid.
The stockings were hung by the station with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The drones were nestled all snug in their hangers,
While visions of npc's danced in their cpu's.
And pappa in his Tempest, and I in my Eris,
Had just settled our brains for a long winterÆs nap.
When outside the station there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the pod to see what was the matter.
Away to the hanger doors I flew like a flash,
Tore open the doors and threw up the gate.
The moon on the breast of the newly formed ice
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny T2 drones.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the station! to the top of the bay!
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 station-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of space snow balls, and St. Nick too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The blasting and retrothrusting of each little thruster.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the air ventilation shaft St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with space dust and soot.
A bundle of snow ball launchers and snow balls he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like an asteroid feild.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of ectoplasm!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old Gallente,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the air vent 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, æere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Santa Cluas leaving station
Santa
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