Twas the night before Christmas, when all through this site
Not a creature was writing, not even a mod
The EMF's had been sent from the computer with care
In hopes that my Chinese Lady soon would be there
And me alone with my glass of misty red
drowned my sorrow in a bitter Shiraz
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my sofa to see what was the matter
The moon on the breast of a new fallen corpse
Heck...Is that Santa... pissed drunk on my steps?
I Tore open my door and threw on a jacket
To Hijack his sled for China was my new racket
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came
And I whistled and shouted and called them by name
Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen!
On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the World, to the Great China Wall
Now dash away dash away dash away all!
So off to Shenzhen the coursers they flew
With a sleigh of gifts and my desire come true
And away we all flew like a dawn streaking missile
To a land that for this night my love will sizzle
But I exclaim ere before I soared out of sight