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Games and Technology: AWESOME POST in "G&T Secret Santa 2009 - get your Joy on!", by M
Just watched Nightmare Before Christmas the other night, officially getting Halloween out of my system and prepping for Christmas!
This is Halloween Halloween Hallowee--err, wait, umm...the children all are singing, instead of throwing heads?
There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best
For my stalking is renowned far and wide
When it comes to books in the moonlit night
I lurk without ever even trying
With the slightest little Googling of my ghostlike charms
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
With the stroke of her brush, and a well-placed pwned
I have swept the very bravest off their feet
Yet year after year, it's the same routine
And I grow so weary of the lack of pics
And I, Doc, the Santa King
Have grown so tired of the same old thing
Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow
There's something out there, far from my home
A Brawl tourney that I'd never known
I'm a master of Santees, and a demon of Bunnies
And I'll ban you right out of your pants
To a guy in Turkey, I'm Mister beef jerky
And I've shiped throughout England and France
And since I can't sticky, I can't be picky
To perform moderator functions
No animal nor man shows spirit like I can
With each gift post introduction
But Khoo here would ever understand
That the Santa King with the bleached grin
Would tire of his Bowser, if they only understood
He'd gay it all up if he only could
Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The cheer and joy come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears