Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The prepaid cards were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that gullible children soon would be there.
The Jmods were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of dollar signs danced in their heads.
And Mod Mike in his ‘kerchief, and MMG in his cap,
Had just settled their brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out in Runescape there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the Mole Hole to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
With a little old driver, so plump and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Mod Mark.
More rapid than eagles his familiars they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
He was dressed all in dragon, from his head to his foot,
And his hands were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle from Sof and SGS he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the mold on his chin was as white as the snow.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to yelps gave a whistle,
And away they flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of *****,
"Happy Christmas to all, and dont forget to click HERE for spins, HERE for runecoins, and HERE for a years worth of membership and exclusive benefits that the paupers do not deserve."
merry christmas
21-Dec-2012 01:01:27
