The Night Before Christmas (In Takalo)

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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the sim
Not an object with physics, not even a prim;
The escorts had taken off their hoochie hair,
With the hopes that good Philip soon would be there;

The scripters were up in a box in the sky,
While thoughts of Havok 2 danced in their mind's eye;
I turned on a film and picked up a nice ale,
Then sat on my bed for a long winter's tale.

When out by the hub there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Into edit mode I flew like a flash,
Set the roof to phantom and through it I dashed.

The texture of the ground of the default snow
Didn't help me see any objects below,
So turning on mouselook (a new day begins),
Down by the hub there's eight tiny Lindens!

One rezzes an object and so I zoom in,
to see a huge sleigh with Philip Linden!
He sat rather awkward while the others did run,
So he shouted, and said, and IM'd each one:

"Now Hamlet! Now Jesse! Now Jeska, and Robin!
On Karen, on Vektor, on Ginsu and Colin!
To the top of the hill, to the Captain's place,
Now turn on this script and away we will race!

Never before have I seen such a pilot,
Zooming past buildings and trees so violent.
So fast did he fly I felt the ground shake,
and thought to myself, "How does this man brake?"

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
Nine collision "thump" sounds, and then a light "poof,"
Though I jumped to edit mode as quick as I could,
Through my phantom roof Philip Linden fell good.

He was dressed all in sequins from head to toe,
And had them on shiny -- mad bling, you know?
A particle script he attached to his back,
With light-emitting glasses on the attack.

His eyes were on me, with his mouth in a grin,
As his posse above just tried to look in.
So blinding he was, this problem I fixed,
By setting my land to no outside scripts.

Then clearly I saw him: he looked rather weird,
with a big round body and a snow-white beard,
I burst into laughter and rolled on the floor,
Philip just smiled so I studied him more.

On his head was a pirate's hat, so I thought:
"The presents he's brought me surely weren't bought!"
With a wink of his eye and a mischevious nod,
I thought I saw through his upright facade.

He spoke not a word, but walked right on past me,
Then lifting his hand, he took my TV!
And extending his arms out -- slightly curved,
He flew up through the roof looking quite absurd.

He sat on his sleigh, to his team waved a hand,
And away they all dashed like Robin Hood's band.
But I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to me -- now have a good night!"

--CB