Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the forum Not a person was stirring, not even a festive. The posts were hung by the trending with care, In hopes that St Recon soon would be there. The offtopians were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of shitposts danced in their heads. And Deej in his ‘kerchief, and Cozmo in his cap, Had just settled their brains for a long winter’s nap. When out on the forum there arose such a clatter, Cozmo sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window he flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to his wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny Users. With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St Recon. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name! "Now! now, ßłû! now, mad max and cyber On, Lincoln On, taco! on, squirrel, ghost and neon! To the top of the porch! to the top of the forum! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!" As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the forum-top the users they flew, With the sleigh full of Comments, and St Recon too. And then, Cozmo a twinkling, he heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As he drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the forum St Recon came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of Comments he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack. His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as grey as the concrete. The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly! He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And Cozmo laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave him to know he had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the posts, then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the forum he rose! He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"