Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the chats.
Not a chatter was cybering, not even Kawaii Yuki.
The avatars were selected by the usernames with care,
In hopes that St Hullbreach soon would be there.

The chatters were nestled all snug in their rooms,
While visions of adminship danced in their heads.
And Savant in her ‘kerchief, and Gigi in her cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s update.

When out on the blogs there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from Ninja to see what was the matter.
Away to the blogs I flew like a flash,
Tore open the bloglist and threw out the denies.

The text talk on the blogs of the new-written users
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature Overlord, and eight tiny Gigibots.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Hull.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Haruspex! now, Commander! now, Lord Zeus and Lieutenant!
On, Astra Moon! on Electric, on Jabinator and Kingdom Hearts III!
To the top of the chats! to the top of the blogs!
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 house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of bans, and St Hullbreach too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chatrooms St Hullbreach 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 promotions 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 white as the snow.

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 I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the chatrooms, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chat pipe 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!"

Happy Holidays everyone!!
From Haruspex!