Cyberious
12-01-2004, 12:08 PM
I've gotten a few requests to repost this for this year. I updated it a little mostly just changed a few names and so here it is;
AN AO'ers NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the AGD shops
Not a creature was stirring, not even AGDJon looking for schnapps;
The stockings were hung by GA Devil with care,
In hopes that St. Kaye soon would be there;
The AO’ers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Clare using a Mag again danced in their heads;
AGDRob in his 'kerchief, and AGDKayle in his cap,
Had just been tied to a long repair table by Tom with a strap,
When out in the parking lot arose such a clatter,
The Frymarker stopped making grips just to see what was the matter.
Away to the window Potatoboy flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up his sash.
The moon reflected upon the parking lot frozen solid with snow
Gave the lustre of heaven to Y-Grips on the table below,
When, what to Tunaman’s bloodshot eyes should appear,
But lots of new Trina posters modeling all sorts of Mag gear.
When all of a sudden I saw a great big sleigh,
Driven by Shatner on the way to next years scenario melee.
More rapid than Klingon’s his minions they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, PACMAN! now, MOTHER! now, MANCOW you camper relaxing Vixen!
On, WELTMAN! And MANCOW who is again probably sittin!
To the top of the hill, to the top of the wall!
Now fire away! Fire away at MANCOW anyone who can hear my call!
As paintballs that like a wild hurricane fly,
When they meet MANCOW secretly cause him to cry,
So up to air conditioned camper I wish they could have flew,
With MANCOW never taking a hit like most of us all do.
And then, in a twinkling, I saw Doobie in the hall
The joy on Trina’s face made my material thoughts seem small,
As I smiled at his return from Iraq, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Kaye came with a bound.
He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were marked up with splatter and soot;
A bundle of RT Customs he had stuck in his sack,
And a mournful cry was heard as he grabbed his hurting back.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his moustache how hairy!
His cheeks were full of brandy, causing his nose to be red as a cherry!
He opened his bag, he dug in it deeply, no X-Mags were there,
But plenty of TacOnes caused me not really to care;
An odd-looking marker he dropped by his feet,
It was a part of a something new, WOW! I exclaimed that sure is sweet!
He had a broad face and a big grin,
Not yet he said, we want to patent it so all lawsuits we will win.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
Oops that’s Shatner again, and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of Tom’s eye and a twist of his head,
Soon let me know next year MANCOW was dead;
He spoke not a word, while Kayle and Rob caught some well deserved ZZZ’s,
And filled all the stockings with 399 dollar RT’s,
He turned around and rested his hands firmly on his hips,
We’ll have no more discussion of markers using pneumatics;
He sprang to the Cougar, the engine began to whine,
And they all drove back to Chicago to give MANCOW a spine.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AO’ers, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"
Happy Holidays to you all!!!
AN AO'ers NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the AGD shops
Not a creature was stirring, not even AGDJon looking for schnapps;
The stockings were hung by GA Devil with care,
In hopes that St. Kaye soon would be there;
The AO’ers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Clare using a Mag again danced in their heads;
AGDRob in his 'kerchief, and AGDKayle in his cap,
Had just been tied to a long repair table by Tom with a strap,
When out in the parking lot arose such a clatter,
The Frymarker stopped making grips just to see what was the matter.
Away to the window Potatoboy flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up his sash.
The moon reflected upon the parking lot frozen solid with snow
Gave the lustre of heaven to Y-Grips on the table below,
When, what to Tunaman’s bloodshot eyes should appear,
But lots of new Trina posters modeling all sorts of Mag gear.
When all of a sudden I saw a great big sleigh,
Driven by Shatner on the way to next years scenario melee.
More rapid than Klingon’s his minions they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, PACMAN! now, MOTHER! now, MANCOW you camper relaxing Vixen!
On, WELTMAN! And MANCOW who is again probably sittin!
To the top of the hill, to the top of the wall!
Now fire away! Fire away at MANCOW anyone who can hear my call!
As paintballs that like a wild hurricane fly,
When they meet MANCOW secretly cause him to cry,
So up to air conditioned camper I wish they could have flew,
With MANCOW never taking a hit like most of us all do.
And then, in a twinkling, I saw Doobie in the hall
The joy on Trina’s face made my material thoughts seem small,
As I smiled at his return from Iraq, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Kaye came with a bound.
He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were marked up with splatter and soot;
A bundle of RT Customs he had stuck in his sack,
And a mournful cry was heard as he grabbed his hurting back.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his moustache how hairy!
His cheeks were full of brandy, causing his nose to be red as a cherry!
He opened his bag, he dug in it deeply, no X-Mags were there,
But plenty of TacOnes caused me not really to care;
An odd-looking marker he dropped by his feet,
It was a part of a something new, WOW! I exclaimed that sure is sweet!
He had a broad face and a big grin,
Not yet he said, we want to patent it so all lawsuits we will win.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
Oops that’s Shatner again, and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of Tom’s eye and a twist of his head,
Soon let me know next year MANCOW was dead;
He spoke not a word, while Kayle and Rob caught some well deserved ZZZ’s,
And filled all the stockings with 399 dollar RT’s,
He turned around and rested his hands firmly on his hips,
We’ll have no more discussion of markers using pneumatics;
He sprang to the Cougar, the engine began to whine,
And they all drove back to Chicago to give MANCOW a spine.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AO’ers, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"
Happy Holidays to you all!!!