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'Twas the night before Christmas, and downstairs in the dark
The farm silently crunches, sans complaint or remark.
In a small pool of light, tools scattered about.
Sits a lone man determined to win the next bout.
Upstairs two young men work by tiny flashlight
They snuck out of bed after dad said goodnight.
With screwdriver in hand they would toil 'til morn.
To finish the gift for those yet to be born.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter,
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When what to my tired eyes should appear,
But a carload of [H]ers bearing boxen and beer.
They formed up a line and lifted an [H] banner,
And marched to the door with screwdriver and spanner
With boxes of parts, friendly smiles and cheer.
I knew that the [H]eroes had just made it here.
Now Mike, now id01, now killer, and Kurtz
On Jedi and Rumble, Medieval and Rusty
As they all settled in for a long night of "D"
They laughed and they joked through the box building spree.
As the dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
Parts flew into boxen as the morning drew nigh
And just as the sun chased the darkness away
The [H] was asleep amidst the boxen they lay.
A bright shaft of light, to begin a new morn
Streams into the room where the boxen were born
Voices from on far whisper "thank you so much"
As each hero in turn felt the warm friendly touch
--relic
The farm silently crunches, sans complaint or remark.
In a small pool of light, tools scattered about.
Sits a lone man determined to win the next bout.
Upstairs two young men work by tiny flashlight
They snuck out of bed after dad said goodnight.
With screwdriver in hand they would toil 'til morn.
To finish the gift for those yet to be born.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter,
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When what to my tired eyes should appear,
But a carload of [H]ers bearing boxen and beer.
They formed up a line and lifted an [H] banner,
And marched to the door with screwdriver and spanner
With boxes of parts, friendly smiles and cheer.
I knew that the [H]eroes had just made it here.
Now Mike, now id01, now killer, and Kurtz
On Jedi and Rumble, Medieval and Rusty
As they all settled in for a long night of "D"
They laughed and they joked through the box building spree.
As the dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
Parts flew into boxen as the morning drew nigh
And just as the sun chased the darkness away
The [H] was asleep amidst the boxen they lay.
A bright shaft of light, to begin a new morn
Streams into the room where the boxen were born
Voices from on far whisper "thank you so much"
As each hero in turn felt the warm friendly touch
--relic
