Popo
I'm Sexy and I Know It
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the board
Not a creature was stirring, not even the Horde;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. [member="Tefka"] soon would be there;
The writers were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of role-plays danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the log-in there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my 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 a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little squat driver so lively and deft,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Tef.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, [member="Cira"]! now, [member="Raziel"]! now [member="Reverance"] and [member="Ryn'Dhal"]!
On, [member="Spencer Varanin"]! on, [member="Valiens Nantaris"]! on, [member="Yarva Adisu"] and [member="Silencia"]!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Tefka too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Tefka came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with web-code and soot;
A bundle of memes 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 peach-fuzz on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of an e-cig he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and short, a right jolly old Tef,
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 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.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to Chaos, and to all a good night!”
Not a creature was stirring, not even the Horde;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. [member="Tefka"] soon would be there;
The writers were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of role-plays danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the log-in there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my 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 a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little squat driver so lively and deft,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Tef.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, [member="Cira"]! now, [member="Raziel"]! now [member="Reverance"] and [member="Ryn'Dhal"]!
On, [member="Spencer Varanin"]! on, [member="Valiens Nantaris"]! on, [member="Yarva Adisu"] and [member="Silencia"]!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Tefka too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Tefka came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with web-code and soot;
A bundle of memes 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 peach-fuzz on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of an e-cig he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and short, a right jolly old Tef,
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 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.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to Chaos, and to all a good night!”
