posted on 24/12/2009 09:51sometimes, you know, we ALL have too much time on our hands - Prac

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the vibe
Not a FLB was posting, not even top fives
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicolae would soon be there.

The vibers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of the top four danced in their heads.
granata in his ‘kerchief, and Carty in his cap,
Had just addled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Sale sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters while reg sang the sash.

Blue moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to bread products below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and horney,
"**** me" I thought he looks like old bourney
More rapid than shaunny his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!


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- Small Change got rained on with his own 38 -