'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the forums
Not a poster was posting, not even a BigToe;
Cap's photoshops were hung by the "Upload a File" with care,
In hopes that St. Gritty did what they dared;
The posters were nestled all snug in their reply boxes,
While visions of Martini Head getting fired played in their heads;
And MSE in his wild rag, and BernieParent in his Gritty cap,
Had just settled down after hearing who got clapped,
When out on the forums there arose such a chatter,
DancingPanther sprang from his livestream to see what was the matter.
Away to the Twitter he flew like a flash,
Refreshed all the time with lots of mash.
The news on the BOOBA of the new found news
Gave the luster of good news below,
When, to his eyes the great news should appear,
But one single tweet, and five sweet words,
With concise language and diction, straight to the point,
He knew it a moment it must have been St. Gritty.
More rapid than the Eagles with their QB factory acclaimed,
And he shouted for joy and declared by name;
"Now, Magua!, now, FLYguy3911! now, HollywoodCouturier and Beef!
On, Striiker!, on Starat! on, Jojo and Appleyard!
To the top of the forums! To the top thread!
Now post away! Meme away! Gif away all!"
As the news made its way like a hurricane flies,
When they meet the anti hive mind, with good stats piled to the sky,
So up to the post limit, the thread was filled.
With GIFs, images, joy and St. Gritty too.
And then, on a Twitter live stream, he heard on his phone.
The panic and tapping of all the beat writers.
As he drew his hand, and ready to post,
Down the Twitter feed St. Gritty came with news abound.
He was dressed in all orange, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all covered with news from Hockey Guys;
A bundle of of memes he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a Cap just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! His memes now merry!
His laptops were like roses, their thermals like a cherry!
His outlandish big mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The file extension he held tight in his teeth,
And the sheer volume of GIFs encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a scary face and a big round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was tubby and plump, a right jolly orange thing,
And DancingPanther laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself;
A wink of his googly eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave the confirmation that DancingPanther hand nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the threads; then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose.
And giving a nod, up the Twitter feed he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh all made with memes, to the posters he gave a whistle,
And away they all posted like a missile.
But he heard him exclaim, ere the news feed forced him out of sight,
Chuck Fletcher was fired, and to all a good night!
Merry Christmas y'all. Another year of this terrible run franchise. Another year of arguments about stats and Hockey Guys.
Happy Holidays!
