'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a forum homie was stirring, not even a mouse;
The memes were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Cornboy Jojo soon would be there;
The homies were nestled all snug in their threads;
While visions of Torts being fired danced in their heads;
And MSE in his ten gallon hat , and BernieParent in his gavroche,
Had just hibernated our PCs for a long winter's nap,
When out on the forums there arose such a clatter,
The Child, Thatcher Venmo and Starat Jr sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.
Away to the web browser they flew like Sarge,
Tore the conditional picks many at large.
The moon on the crest of the fourth line grinders,
Gave a dullness of grit to the team below,
When what to their wondering eyes did appear,
But a lot of tassels and eight American trucks,
With a pinky held out with decorum and mojo ,
They knew in a moment he must be Cornboy Jojo.
More rapid than Eagles fans to WIP they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Beef Invictus! now, Lord Defect! now Jack Straw and Magua!
On, Panther! on, trostol! on, Striiker and pit!
To the top of the corn stalk ! to the top of them all!
Now detassel away! detassel away! detassel away all!"
As husks that before the Aho's hurricane fly,
When they meet with hockey dinosaurs, still clinging to the old;
So up to the forums the stats they flow
With the flatbed full of memes, and Cornboy Jojo too—
And then, in a twinkling, they heard on the roof
The stomping and echoing of each fancy boot.
As they drew in their head, and was turning around,
Down the forums Cornboy Jojo came with a hound.
He was dressed all in finery, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with tassels and soot;
A bundle of stats he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a cornboy just opening his sack.
His eyes—how they gleamed ! his dimples , how merry!
His cheeks were like berries , his nose like a tomato of cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a jet sweep ;
He had a dapper face and a small round belly
That jiggled when he chuckled, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was joyful and fancy, a right jolly old lad,
And they laughed when they saw him, in spite of themselves;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his mead
Soon gave them to know they 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 pinky aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the boards he rose;
He sprang to his truck, to his team gave a brew,
And away they all flew like the HF Flyers crew.
But they heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah and Happy Holidays to the HF Flyers homies. May your holidays be merry and drama free.
Iykyk on the references above.
Revengeeeeeeeee is mine Jojo.
