'Twas the night before Forumas
Based on: 'Twas the night before Christmas by Clement Clarke Moore
'Twas the night before Forumas, when all through the threads
Not a member was stirring, all were asleep in their beds;
The avatars were hung by the profiles with care,
In hopes that a visitor would soon be there;
The newcomers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Goombas danced in their heads;
My wife in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the forum there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
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 miniature sleigh, and eight flying Yoshis,
With a young happy driver, so lively and subdued,
I knew in a moment it must be The Dude.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Rich! now, Chris! now, Matt and Julian!
On, Doug! on Dane! on, Tim and Austin!
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 coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of gifts, and AdminAdam too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard overhead
The squeaking and sliding of each boot from my bed.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney AdminAdam came with a bound.
He was dressed in all red, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of gifts he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his glasses how merry!
His hair was quite wavy, his head was… hairy!
He had a broad face and a pretty tuned frame,
He was well known and the forum sang his name.
He was slick and smiling, a right jolly old mod,
And I knew it was him, not an imposter or fraud.
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 avatars; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
And I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Happy Foruming to all, and to all a Goodnight!"
This Christmas Story is a parody of the phrase I use when I leave the Chatroom. If you've heard the original story you'd know that it describes Santa so I'm not boosting myself in anyway when typing this. Also please note that The "Flying Yoshis" are named after the cast of SMB, they are not actually the cast. Merry Christmas to you, and have a nice day.