[size=10]By Clement Clarke Feces[/size]

'Twas the pug before Cronjemas, when all through the geeb
Not a creature was speaking, not even Habib;
His stickies were placed in the bucket with care,
In hopes that St. Cookiejake soon would be there;

But sighguy was nestled all snug with his med,
While visions of top-heals danced in his head;
And BIG_MAMA in her 'kerchief, and laz in his cap,
Had just settled down for a stalemate's nap.

When lower in grass there arose such a clatter,
laz sprang out of saw to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Dropped unto the roamer and shot like Thalash.

Then Sigh on the comm of the now-fallen tojo,
Gave the call of a sac to known banny sub, Mojo.
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But an uncloaking spy, and a pop made in fear.

It was little old corsa, so lively and quick,
He knew in that moment the sac was a trick.
More rapid than eagles corsa's teammates arrived,
And sigh shouted at cookie, "You would have survived!"

"Now, DELPO! now, CORSA! now, HABIB and FAUST!
They'll cap two-" and yight chimed in, "We lost."
They fled back to middle! they retreated to last!
They were saved by an unlikely drop from sandblast.

The score was 4-4 and they needed to push
circa cried out to cookie, "move that little med tush!"
laz and tambo cleared lower, all the combo cleared right;
but in dropdown sat delpo, all dolled up as yight.

He was dressed like a scout, from his feet to his dome,
And he chuckled and cackled and grinned like the gnome.
He sauntered through dropdown, he shed his disguise;
And he backcapped the point, much to sighguy's surprise.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples - how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His fancy dress shirt was drawn up with a bow,
And the grin on his face was as white as the snow.

He joined blu team's channel; cookie cried, "that was luck!"
but sigh quit with a bitter, "you guys fucking suck."
and then tojo exclaimed, as he joined MGE,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GG!"