Merry Christmas guys, i hope you enjoy:
Twas the night before Christmas,
when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
not even Gigoto the mouse.
The guns were hung by the armory with care,
In hopes that St. Nickle soon would be there;
The members were nestled all snug in their bunkers;
While visions of cookies danced in their heads;
And Banana in his ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our swag for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the battlefield there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what the hell was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a Jeep,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a luster of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature Jeep and eight Aj’s,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nickle.
More rapid than Eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, Sniper! now, Yassine! now Xforce and Bill!
On, Page! on, Jon! on, Shadow and Davey!
To the top of the sniper tower! to the top of that swag!
Now swag away! swag away! swag away all!”
As leaves that before the wild EKAT’s died,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the almighty sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nickle 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 chimney St. Nickle came with a bound.
He was dressed all in swag, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with yolo and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a USO 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 on 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 bowl full of Melly.
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 guns; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the Sniper nest he rose;
He sprang to his Jeep, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a pistol.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all GSA, and to all a good night!”