Zurg
<font color=red>Eivl <font color=navy>Emperor<br><
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- Jul 30, 2002
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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the DIS
Not a creature was stirring, not even that mouse;
The stockings were hung by Jellyrolls without care,
Evidence of something not so Saintly there;
The children were nestled all snug in the Last Word Ski Lodge,
While visions of fictitious tag fairies danced in their heads;
And Zurgswife in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the CB there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to the laptop to see what was the matter.
Away to the Windows XP I flew like a flash,
Tore open the boards and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of an EROS post objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny moderators,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew WebMaster Alex must be St. Nick.
More rapid than email his PMs they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name
"Now, Patrick.! now, Robin! now, Glo and nativetxn!
On, Cathy, stop Eros! (closest to Cupid I could think of) oh and Willy I hope your not BLITZENED!
To the top of the board! To the top of the post count!
Now crash away! crash away! Crash away all!"
As dry humor that before the wild flames fly,
When they meet with an obscenity, they locked it first try,
So up to the thread-top the cursers (no cursing on the DIS!) they flew,
With the sleigh full of links, and St. Alex too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the thread
the scratching and thinking in each little head.
As I drew in my mouse, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Alex came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
(Suffice it to say PETA flamed him to soot)
A bundle of lights he had flung on his back,
And he looked like Ray Sharpton just opening his pack.
His lights -- how they twinkled! So bright and so merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
I had to wonder if he had been out drinking in the snow;
The cord of a keyboard he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke from a burnt server encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old tech,
And I laughed when I saw him, oh what the heck;
A PM from his wrist and a nod of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
Hes tag not a word, and went straight to his work,
And fixed all the servers; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his mouse,
And giving a click, up the top of the house;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And fluffed up my post like the down of a thistle.
But I saw him post, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"
Merry Christmas DIS folk - The Zurgs
Not a creature was stirring, not even that mouse;
The stockings were hung by Jellyrolls without care,
Evidence of something not so Saintly there;
The children were nestled all snug in the Last Word Ski Lodge,
While visions of fictitious tag fairies danced in their heads;
And Zurgswife in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the CB there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to the laptop to see what was the matter.
Away to the Windows XP I flew like a flash,
Tore open the boards and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of an EROS post objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny moderators,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew WebMaster Alex must be St. Nick.
More rapid than email his PMs they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name
"Now, Patrick.! now, Robin! now, Glo and nativetxn!
On, Cathy, stop Eros! (closest to Cupid I could think of) oh and Willy I hope your not BLITZENED!
To the top of the board! To the top of the post count!
Now crash away! crash away! Crash away all!"
As dry humor that before the wild flames fly,
When they meet with an obscenity, they locked it first try,
So up to the thread-top the cursers (no cursing on the DIS!) they flew,
With the sleigh full of links, and St. Alex too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the thread
the scratching and thinking in each little head.
As I drew in my mouse, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Alex came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
(Suffice it to say PETA flamed him to soot)
A bundle of lights he had flung on his back,
And he looked like Ray Sharpton just opening his pack.
His lights -- how they twinkled! So bright and so merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
I had to wonder if he had been out drinking in the snow;
The cord of a keyboard he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke from a burnt server encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old tech,
And I laughed when I saw him, oh what the heck;
A PM from his wrist and a nod of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
Hes tag not a word, and went straight to his work,
And fixed all the servers; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his mouse,
And giving a click, up the top of the house;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And fluffed up my post like the down of a thistle.
But I saw him post, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"
Merry Christmas DIS folk - The Zurgs
Happy Holidays to the Zurg family!
