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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain                    Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 6303 days Last view: 6302 days |
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| T’was the night before Christmas, and through the SF,
Not a fighter was stirring, as was the holiday pref. Grey sat in his office, asleep for the twilight, And Garro and Kalar had no reason to fight. But one lay awake in a perilous vigil, Janus, whose six-hour sleep limit left no sigil. He sat in a lounge chair in the SBA&C, As his head filled with thoughts of gifts and Yiusi. When suddenly his repose was disrupted in suit, And his attention, to the window, he paid much tribute. A foe! He did think, and his hammer flew true, Striking the window and bludgeoning as it went through. And as Janus proudly looked through the broken glass, His pride changed to anguish: He had kicked Santa’s ass! The fat man lay, cold-cocked, in the newfallen snow, So Janus could do no less than jump down below… “Hey there!” Janus shouted, but to no avail, Santa was out: his attack sadly walked the path of prevail. ‘But who will give toys to the good little kids?’ Janus thought as he dragged Santa’s body through the skids. And then Janus had an idea for redemption; One that would be easy to put into ascension. He eyed the great robe: it’d be easy to take, Just sub that old sack for Satchel, goodness’ sake! Janus leapt up to the sleigh, parked on the Board’s roof, 28 floors later, and Janus was poof! He made a quick list of the places he’d go, And soon delivered so well that it was easy to know. It was easy to do when you knew how to stop time, Much easier for him than it is for me to rhyme. Janus visited his bestest friends first, All were good people, never the worst. For Schwa, he decided, a blindfold’d be best, He knew the Psi Warrior’s old, battered one needed a rest. Star, he decided, got a sheath for his blade, Getting him a new sword just wouldn’t make the grade. Yiusi was tough, Janus knew that very much, The perfect gift for her was a delicate touch. His gift was one that showed he had the heart full of prose, An enchanted diamond necklace, and a single white rose. For Kirbynite, who called the great Dreamlander his pops, A grip for his star rod, and a slew of seeds for his crops. For Jarukoth, now intent on family life, A new katana to help protect his wife. For Melvin, the boy-genius of curves and cracks, An industrial-size barrel of giant robot hot wax. For Sensae, nothing particularly of note, Just a manifesto that the very first Psi Warriors wrote. JDavis, whose friends came from every place, Got a book on how to learn the Slick Trick with grace. Even Zerodius got a good gift, A one-time coupon for a plothole-sealing rift. For Grey, though Janus and he had conflict, A bag for his marbles, and a cute stuffed Torchic. For Garro, the faith-dealing warrior of precision, A new bulletproof pocket-encyclopedia of religion. For Kalar, that dark, shadowy, lovable lug, A new suit, torn, worn, that fit like a hug. For Origin, whose tower stood high off the earth, A can of spear polish, to increase his weapon’s worth. Odin and Fenrir, who fought atop every steeple, Each got “Seven Habits of Highly Effective People”. Nijote the assassin, whose career was at rest, Got a small gold bracelet for teaching Janus to try his best. And Teddylot, Zap, and Twister would be glad: For their services a brand new Xbox 360 (that actually worked, mind you) could be had. All through the night Janus delivered each package, And did it without Santa’s degree of snackage. When finally he finished he slumped down in a chair, Back in the SBA&C, out of the cold night air. It was then that Santa, who he had neatly stashed, Atop a nearby table, came to, quite abashed. “You nitwit!” he said, “You, sir, have been naughty! Next time you think you’re in danger don’t be so haughty! But, I digress, tonight you’ve done good, My job’s still on schedule, so I cannot brood.” “So Santa,” Janus said, “What about me? Do I get a gift for my service to, uh, thee?” Santa Claus smiled and gave him a wink, Produced a small package and said, “What do you think?” Janus grinned and opened it, proud of his goal, But widened his eyes when he saw only a lump of coal. “Relax,” Santa said, “The real one’s in the morning, Good little kids go to bed before the sun’s dawning.” He laughed his fat belly, and smiled his cheek, And disappeared in a puff like an elfish little sneak. Janus wearily exhaled, knowing he had lost the fight, But still, Happy Christmas to All, and to All a Good Night! Merry Christmas, you guys. |
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Sukasa Birdo Not quite as active as before. Xkeeper supporter Xk > ||bass I IP Banned myself! Twice!   Since: 11-17-05 From: Somewhere over there Last post: 6304 days Last view: 6302 days |
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| Cool, that's an awesome poem.
Merry Christmas, Grey. |
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