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12-25-2010, 03:47 AM
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An Altitude Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all throughout Alty,
Not a pilot was stirring, not even a Wokensbadatalti; The loopies were buzzing by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Karl soon would be there; The randas were nestled all snug on their bases, While visions of whales mine hopped in all places; And the bipes in their zebra skin, and I in my shark, Had just touched down for a long winter's park, When out near the goal there arose such a clatter, So quickly I spawned to see what was the matter. Away to the the skies I flew like a flash, Shot out the turrets and blew up the base. The moon in the mid of middle ground above, Gave the lustre of mid-day to power ups which I love, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a very large whale, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively who would snarl, I knew in a moment it must be St. Karl. More rapid than randas his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, Mikesol! now, Beagle! now, Woken and Hurri! On, Nikon! on Smushface! on, Leggo and Sunshine! To the top of the Lostcity! to the top of the Hills! Now warp away! Warp away! Warp away all!" As missiles that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, reverse to the sky, So up to the sky-top the coursers they flew, With the computer with a skin, so shiny and new. And then, in a twinkling, I heard near the base, The booming and banging of the crash of Smushface. As I pulled back my throttle, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Karl came with a bound. He was dressed all in denim, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A brand new skin he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. His skin -- how it twinkled! The design was so merry! His wings were like roses, the prop like a cherry! My shark little mouth, was drawn up like a bow, And the tip of my wing was as white as the snow; The stump of a blue pipe held tight in his teeth, And the bubbles encircled his head like a wreath; He had a sharp face and a skinny little belly, I shook, when he laughed then ate peanut butter and jelly. My sammich was delicious, made of stuff off the shelf, And I laughed when I sawed it, in half by myself; But that was so long ago, now back to the story, He tossed me some CP so have some for the skin I would not have to worry; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then time anchored with his perk, For his plane could do anything, THAT LITTLE JERK! And giving a nod, off the base, he then rose; He sprang to his plane, 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." //Torsion 
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12-25-2010, 05:58 AM
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12-26-2010, 07:47 AM
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12-26-2010, 03:47 PM
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Starts being discussed on post 20 >.>
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