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- T'was the night before Christmas, And all through Fountain
- Not a Broski was stirring, Not even St Boltzmann.
- The Rifters were hung on the gates with care,
- In hopes that Wheniaminspace would soon be there.
- The newbros were nestled all snug in their beds,
- While vision of battleships danced in their heads.
- And Kurth in his Chimera, and I in my Thanny,
- Had just settled our down from the Christmas party.
- When straight from the Intel channels arose such a clatter,
- I sprang from my hangar to see what was the matter.
- Away to the gate I flew like a flash,
- When in a bubble I landed, and my face it was smashed!
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