Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the ‘Net
Not a message board was stirring, not even News and Views, the keyboards were all silent and the monitors so quiet,
In Hopes that the South would rise again.
The contributors were all silent, a remarkable event, in hopes that a new message board would appear,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my computer to see what was the matter,
What to my wandering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver so tiny and trim, I knew in a moment it must be webmaster Jim,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name,
Now George, now David, now Dennis and Stephen,
On Ben, on Jamie, on Cump, on Pam(the fairest of them all),
Into the computer room he flew, with a sleigh full of goodies, and said to all,
Let’s obey the rules, stay on the topic, be kind to one another and share our views with good thoughts in mind.
And with that thought away he flew wishing all a Merry Christmas

With apologies to all for this literary undertaking
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