Welp, the time is upon us to relax, drink egg nog, get our stomaces pumped, and choke on those credit card bills we now have. I've decided I'll be a Grinch, rip off material and change it up a bit.

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except Clown's LED modded mouse.
The computer was glowin', the icons were hopping,
As a hapless n00b did last minute Internet shopping.

The stockings were hung by the LCD monitor with care
In hope that St. Nicholas would bring new hardware.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Doom3 danced in their heads.

Dremel for Billy, and DIY PSU Modulation kit for Dan,
And a pre-mod for Pamela Ann (she was a bad kid).
The letters to Santa had been sent out by Mom,
To santaclaus@toyshop.northpole.com -

One of my hoes in her 'kerchief, and I in my fedora,
Had just settled down for a long winter's caffeine crash,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the foton to see what was the matter.
Away to computer I flew in a dash,
PM'd everyone I knew with "OMFG! Somethin' is here!".

The moon shaped window on my Antec
Gave the lustre of mid-day to all that was near,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
Why, a jovial ol' fat man with a big @$$ beard,

With a disc of old drivers, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Zennz.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name
"Now, Cascade! now, Danger Den! now, R-22 and TribalBall!
On, Blazer! on CPU-ID! on, AMD and Driver-haven!
To the top of the ranks! to the top of the ORB!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

He was dressed all in Grundens, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bottle of FluidXP he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his 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 drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the reserviors; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside the power button and hit the switch!
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his Caddy, to his crew gave a whistle,
And away they all flew down the road.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"