Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not an X-Metal we were wearing
Neither me or my spouse
The bunkers were sitting by the chimney with care,
In hopes that soon again the sunnies we would wear.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Frogskins danced in their heads.
When around the cabs there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the office I flew like a flash,
Reached for the cab keys, opening in a dash.
The lenses reflected the light like new-fallen snow
Reflecting upon all the display stands below.
When, what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
There in my cab so nimble and quick,
I knew in an instant
it must be St. O-Nick.
More rapid than Ferrari Carbon his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Romeo! now, Juliet! now, Mars and C SIX!
On, Penny! On, XX! on, on X-Squared and Half-X!
To the top of the cab! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
And then atop the cab, I heard on the roof,
Metallic prancing and pawing like titanium hoofs.
As I raised my head to my wonder I had found
Down the side of the cab St. O-Nick came with a bound.
His eyes hidden behind those frames so merry!
With dark ruby lenses as red as a cherry!
His static-O hoodie was drawn up like a bow,
With SI pants and Shoe Ones covering every last toe.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
The Medusa encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
With a laugh like a bowlful of mad science and jelly!
With a Time Bomb on his wrist engraved "#1 Jolly Old Elf",
It was obvious St. O-Nick was a bit of a collector himself!
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Arranging the display, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
He whispered "Unobtanium" - then up the cab then he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh of O-Matter with a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he vanished from sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
//
I hope you all have an exceptional Holiday!!! Whether you're starting Christmas Eve, winding down Hanukkah, or observing something else - whatever you celebrate, celebrate it well, as best you can, cheerfully, merrily, and safely!
Not an X-Metal we were wearing
Neither me or my spouse
The bunkers were sitting by the chimney with care,
In hopes that soon again the sunnies we would wear.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Frogskins danced in their heads.
When around the cabs there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the office I flew like a flash,
Reached for the cab keys, opening in a dash.
The lenses reflected the light like new-fallen snow
Reflecting upon all the display stands below.
When, what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
There in my cab so nimble and quick,
I knew in an instant
it must be St. O-Nick.
More rapid than Ferrari Carbon his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Romeo! now, Juliet! now, Mars and C SIX!
On, Penny! On, XX! on, on X-Squared and Half-X!
To the top of the cab! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
And then atop the cab, I heard on the roof,
Metallic prancing and pawing like titanium hoofs.
As I raised my head to my wonder I had found
Down the side of the cab St. O-Nick came with a bound.
His eyes hidden behind those frames so merry!
With dark ruby lenses as red as a cherry!
His static-O hoodie was drawn up like a bow,
With SI pants and Shoe Ones covering every last toe.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
The Medusa encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
With a laugh like a bowlful of mad science and jelly!
With a Time Bomb on his wrist engraved "#1 Jolly Old Elf",
It was obvious St. O-Nick was a bit of a collector himself!
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Arranging the display, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
He whispered "Unobtanium" - then up the cab then he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh of O-Matter with a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he vanished from sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
//
I hope you all have an exceptional Holiday!!! Whether you're starting Christmas Eve, winding down Hanukkah, or observing something else - whatever you celebrate, celebrate it well, as best you can, cheerfully, merrily, and safely!
