Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Sim.
Not a Avi was stirring, nor even a prim.
Only some few were online, for friends and for pals,
And were gathered in just a few such locales.
The Lindens were nestled all snug on their land,
While peace filled their servers, no one to be banned.
And Bot in her Lifetree, and I with my staff,
Were settled with family, for a good evening's laugh.
When out in the garden, there arose such a sound,
We ran to the gate, and see what we found!
When the door, it had opened, and the scene, it did rezz,
The view that did greet us, it did quite impress.
The ground was covered, with snow oh-so-white,
And the moon glistened off it, a beautiful sight.
A wonder indeed, I can offer no doubt,
Since per-pixel shading, in SL was not out.
But the wonder of wonders, a sight I held dear,
Something that told me, we have nothing to phear.
A man dressed in red, with a circlet of green,
With stature so jolly, as ever I've seen.
His hair was all white, with a beard like the snow,
And his cheeks were all red, from the icy wind's blow.
And that caused me pause, since never before,
Had a Sim had such weather? Since never, I swore!
He stood on the hill, the snow covered his boots,
Next to him sat a bag, near the tree's roots.
His laugh, it rang out, and carried so far,
The eyes of this lord, they glinted like stars.
Aye, a king of the season, was this grand guest,
And as the host of the moment, I offered my best.
We brought him some wine, and some bread freshly baked,
He then took them with grins, and with cheer our hearts ached.
His feast he enjoyed, and the wine he did drink,
His mirth then did grow, and he gave us a wink.
Arms he did thrust, into the bag next to him,
Out he pulled gifts, and gadget's of prim!
His voice, it boomed out, so very merry,
And to the ends of the lands, his voice it did carry.
It crossed to the islands, and also Sims hidden,
They heard him online, no matter where/when.
"'Tis the season', it's not just a saying,"
"It's a feeling inside, kind of like praying!"
"It warms cold hearts, and displaces greed,"
"It increases your spirits, and sees good-will freed."
We nodded, and smiled, and understood well,
And soon his good words, their telling did tell.
For friends, new and old, did slowly appear,
Joining us all in some mid-winter cheer.
That jolly old spirit, lord of green and of red,
Did pick up his bag, leaving gifts in it's stead.
Over his shoulder, it did go with a toss,
And for just a second, we worried him cross.
But no, he was grinning, just his time to go,
And with a wave of his hand, the sleigh it did show.
It rezzed with a sparkle, and with reindeer so lifelike,
Like illusions of light, pulled deep from our psyche.
With a hop in the air, his seat he did take,
And with a great laugh, his belly did quake.
The reigns gave a snap, and his minions did snort,
The sleigh it did jump, and leaned to the port.
And as he raced, toward the starry-night sky,
A cheer it rose up, and to him it did fly.
"We wish you well, Santa!" For no doubt who he was,
and our shouts were then seasoned, with scattered applause.
His reply, it was classic, and we all knew it well,
His voice still did carry, so clear as a bell.
So we heard his great laugh, and his wishes so bright,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Not a Avi was stirring, nor even a prim.
Only some few were online, for friends and for pals,
And were gathered in just a few such locales.
The Lindens were nestled all snug on their land,
While peace filled their servers, no one to be banned.
And Bot in her Lifetree, and I with my staff,
Were settled with family, for a good evening's laugh.
When out in the garden, there arose such a sound,
We ran to the gate, and see what we found!
When the door, it had opened, and the scene, it did rezz,
The view that did greet us, it did quite impress.
The ground was covered, with snow oh-so-white,
And the moon glistened off it, a beautiful sight.
A wonder indeed, I can offer no doubt,
Since per-pixel shading, in SL was not out.
But the wonder of wonders, a sight I held dear,
Something that told me, we have nothing to phear.
A man dressed in red, with a circlet of green,
With stature so jolly, as ever I've seen.
His hair was all white, with a beard like the snow,
And his cheeks were all red, from the icy wind's blow.
And that caused me pause, since never before,
Had a Sim had such weather? Since never, I swore!
He stood on the hill, the snow covered his boots,
Next to him sat a bag, near the tree's roots.
His laugh, it rang out, and carried so far,
The eyes of this lord, they glinted like stars.
Aye, a king of the season, was this grand guest,
And as the host of the moment, I offered my best.
We brought him some wine, and some bread freshly baked,
He then took them with grins, and with cheer our hearts ached.
His feast he enjoyed, and the wine he did drink,
His mirth then did grow, and he gave us a wink.
Arms he did thrust, into the bag next to him,
Out he pulled gifts, and gadget's of prim!
His voice, it boomed out, so very merry,
And to the ends of the lands, his voice it did carry.
It crossed to the islands, and also Sims hidden,
They heard him online, no matter where/when.
"'Tis the season', it's not just a saying,"
"It's a feeling inside, kind of like praying!"
"It warms cold hearts, and displaces greed,"
"It increases your spirits, and sees good-will freed."
We nodded, and smiled, and understood well,
And soon his good words, their telling did tell.
For friends, new and old, did slowly appear,
Joining us all in some mid-winter cheer.
That jolly old spirit, lord of green and of red,
Did pick up his bag, leaving gifts in it's stead.
Over his shoulder, it did go with a toss,
And for just a second, we worried him cross.
But no, he was grinning, just his time to go,
And with a wave of his hand, the sleigh it did show.
It rezzed with a sparkle, and with reindeer so lifelike,
Like illusions of light, pulled deep from our psyche.
With a hop in the air, his seat he did take,
And with a great laugh, his belly did quake.
The reigns gave a snap, and his minions did snort,
The sleigh it did jump, and leaned to the port.
And as he raced, toward the starry-night sky,
A cheer it rose up, and to him it did fly.
"We wish you well, Santa!" For no doubt who he was,
and our shouts were then seasoned, with scattered applause.
His reply, it was classic, and we all knew it well,
His voice still did carry, so clear as a bell.
So we heard his great laugh, and his wishes so bright,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
And may your season be grand...
