'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the dark

Not a creature was stirring, not even a shark;

The stockings were welded to the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nebual soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in the kitchen,

While Kat set the timer to heat up the oven;

And Fractal in his 'kerchief, and Jake in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When over at Spawn there arose such a clatter,

Jake 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 in the skybox's HDR glow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what should his wandering eyes encounter,

But a miniature nolphin, and eight tiny Nebtowners,

With a little nolphilot, so lively and adept,

Jake knew in a moment it must be Neb.

More rapid than my internet his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Alex! Now, Shadow! Now, Krisswall and Jelly!

On, Zonta! On Neon! On, Boing and Sally!

To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!

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 cookies, and Nebual too.

And then, in a twinkling, Jake heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As Jake drew in his hand, and was turning around,

Down the chimney Nebual 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 cookies he had flung on his back,

Made Jake wonder when he'd added this player model 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 as lovely as cake,

And the beard on his chin was as white as Kat's improperly textured gm_botmap_v3 lake;

The chocolate cupcake he held tight in his teeth,

And the deliciousness 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 wasn't chubby or plump, a right jolly old elf,

And Jake laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave Jake to know he had nothing to dread;

Neb spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And with physgun, gravgun and shotgun equipped,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he noclipped;

He sprang to his nolphin, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But Jake heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,

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