'Twas the night before Christophermas, when all thro' the box Not a creature was stirring, not even a troll; The Christmas memes were hung by the lobby wall with care, In hopes that St. Christo soon would be there; The weebs and dweebs were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of being modded danced in their heads

When what to my wondering eyes did appear, But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny platy-pie, With a little old dino so lively and quick, I knew in a moment he must be St. Chris. More rapid than daily drama report his coursers they came, And he whistled, and roared, and called them by name: "Now, Platy! now, Gillian! now Amelio and Golbolco! On, Kenny! on, Reamix! on, Ashe and Herredy! To the top of the box! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

And he upvoted all the posts; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the lobby 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 Christophermis to all, and to all a good night!”