A Very Mizahar Christmas

[Hirem]

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the site,
not a user was stirring, though soon Aventis might.
The threads were all finished and put up with care,
in the hopes that the graders soon would be there.

The players were nestled all snug by their beds,
while visions of Gnosis Marks danced in their heads.
And Goss with her laptop, and Tarot in his robe,
had just settled their brains for a long writer’s repose.

When out in board there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my keyboard to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I clicked on in a flash,
Minimized the reddit and hoped that Miz wouldn’t crash.

The list of active users had grown small by then,
just me and Shane and a new Eypharian,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a new PC, with eight follower reindeer.

His faceclaim was old, but his post rate was quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his posts they came,
And he whistled and shouted, and called the reindeer by name!

“Now Dasher! now Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet, on Cupid! On Donner and Blitzen!
To Falyndar, to Cyphrus, we’ll hit them all!
Syliras and Kalea, hell, even old Eyktol!”

And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the chat,
The guffawing of the fool in the hat,
As I logged on the board, and was looking around,
Into the Riverfall forum St. Nick came in a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his shoe,
Hard to believe he managed it for a PC so new!
A bundle of Grades he had flung in a sack,
Presents for the good players that had PMed him back.

His eyes - how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His CS codes were like roses, his fonts legendary!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
his sparkling box code white as snow.

He was chubby and pump, a right jolly old elf,
which, on Mizahar, was a race set on a creative shelf.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know that on this forum he was misled.

He spoke not a word OOC, but went to work,
and filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk,
and laying his finger twice atop the “g”,
gave a nod and went out of the chat to flee.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
and away they logged like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere his profile went out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

I hear his alt’s a badass Drykas.

- - -

Happy Holidays everyone!

[Vizayas]

Drykas have really powerful herbs.

[Estrellir Konrath]

Merry Christmas (belated or not) and happy holidays to all!

I do hope Jen and Tarot celebrate them like you said too. They deserve a break most of all.

[Brandon Blackwing]

Merry Christmas Mizahar!!!

[Aventis]

Sweet Sylir that was glorious. I giggled like a fevered maniac when I saw my name.

[Timothy Mered]

My dad's a poet?

And here I was thinking you were cool...I'll bring myself to parties, you wait on the corner, mkay?

OOC: late response, but this is glorious! Now write it in Shiber, I dare you