Twas The Night Before Christmas

I took this and adapted it to fit a message board that I post on. Enjoy.......

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through JKL,
Not a poster was stirring, not even Snetta or Mel;
The stockings were hung by Chatter with care,
In hopes that the Administrator soon would be there;

The regulars were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And Awish in her 'kerchief, and Appa in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out in the forum there arose such a clatter,
We all sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the Misc. Posts we flew with a crash,
Tore open the thread and read the news flash.
The wording on the post by the veteran member,
Gave the lustre of brilliance to this dull December,.

When, what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But Dakota, the moderator to make sure we adhere,
With the little ol Ray guy, so lively and quick,
We knew in a moment it must be a limerick.

More rapid than Paul his rhymings they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Yoduh now, Holly! now, Maui and Reenie!
On, Mixy! on Red! on, Lilbit and Evie!

To the top of the posts! to the top of the forum!
Now reply away! reply away! reply away with decorum!"
The posters vary from witty to different versions of ghosts,
The more the replies, the longer it stays at the top of Today's Posts,
A hit of the Quick Reply as our fingers start stumble,
If it's News Politics and Issues, then we're sure to hear Mambo.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The trolls and their rants getting a digital *poof*.
As we laughed in our head, and were turning around,
Down the chimney Dakota came with a bound.

She was dressed as an orchid, from head to foot,
And her leaves were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of Cautions she had flung on her back,
And she looked like a forum paddler just itching to whack!

Her eye (only one) -- how it twinkled!
Her moderating how merry!
Her rhetorics were like roses,
her advice never scary!

Her moderations were all drawn up in a Christmas bow,
And the posters waiting for gifts like children lined up in a row;
The avatars of the shoe girl she held tight in her back pocket,
As the smiles of the posters took off like a rocket;

She had a broad paddle and a big wide grin,
That meant that the fun was only about to begin.
She was chubby and plump, her jolly old self,
And we laughed when we saw her, in spite of ourself.

A wink of her eye and a twist of her head,
Soon gave us to know we had nothing to dread;
She typed not a word, but went straight to her work,
And filled all the stockings with homemade cards;
Then turned with a jerk,
And laying her finger aside of her nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney she rose;

She sprang to her sleigh, to her friends and posters she gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard her exclaim, ere she drove out of sight,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"