Posted - 2007.12.24 20:33:00 - [1]

 

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Period Basis
Not a creature was stirring, not even a lachesis;

The capitals were docked in the station with care,
in the hopes that the POS would still be there;

The pilots were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Officer Spawns danced in their heads;

And Mamma in her Nyx, and I in my Crow,
Both agreed that TPAR really blows;

When outside the station there arose such a clatter,
I exited the shield to see what was the matter;

Away from the tower I flew like a flash,
Tore open the throttle in my fevered mad dash;

The sun on the breast of big shiny hull,
Revealed a sight which I took in full;

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a monsterous Avatar, and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, akin to a tyke,
I knew in a moment it had to be Shrike;

More rapid than Ares the support fleet came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Galavet! now, Coranor! now, Ghost437 and Cell Satimo!
On, Tholarim! on Stoidi LaRu! on, Klezz and Captain Canadia!

To the top of the tower! to the top of the wall!
Now warp away! warp away! warp away all!"

Like former contracts, we sure didn't miss em,
When they meet with an obstacle, they lag out the system,

So up to the gate-top the coursers they flew,
With the Mommy full of toys, and Sir Molle too.

Merry Christmas to Everyone (Including BoB)