Standard Apology; I own nothing, and yes, I know it's already January 5.
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'Twas the night before Xmas, and throughout Mega City
Not a Program was stirring (not even ole Smithy)
The Squiddies patrolled their Fields with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there (why, I'm not exactly sure)
The Humans were nestled all snug in their pods,
While holiday cheer coursed through their 'bods.
And Trin in her PJs, (and seated in my lap)
Had just settled down for a nuke'd winters nap.
When suddenly an alarm caused the still night to shatter,
We sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the 'Neb we flew like a flash,
Turned on the engines and started to dash.
Our headlights blazed on the desert below
Gave the luster of mid-day to the nuclear snow.
When what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But a jet propelled sleigh, and eight Squiddy-reindeer!
With a strange Human (?) driver, so lively and quick
I thought for a moment that it might be St. Nick.
More rapid then me, those Squiddies they came,
And his voice seemed to whistle as he called out their names:
"Now Smasher, now Crasher, now Dancer and Vixen!
On Comet, on Laser, on Lasher and Blitzen!
To the top of the clouds, to the top of the sky!
Now fly, now fly, now fly fly fly fly!
(To be concluded)
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'Twas the night before Xmas, and throughout Mega City
Not a Program was stirring (not even ole Smithy)
The Squiddies patrolled their Fields with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there (why, I'm not exactly sure)
The Humans were nestled all snug in their pods,
While holiday cheer coursed through their 'bods.
And Trin in her PJs, (and seated in my lap)
Had just settled down for a nuke'd winters nap.
When suddenly an alarm caused the still night to shatter,
We sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the 'Neb we flew like a flash,
Turned on the engines and started to dash.
Our headlights blazed on the desert below
Gave the luster of mid-day to the nuclear snow.
When what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But a jet propelled sleigh, and eight Squiddy-reindeer!
With a strange Human (?) driver, so lively and quick
I thought for a moment that it might be St. Nick.
More rapid then me, those Squiddies they came,
And his voice seemed to whistle as he called out their names:
"Now Smasher, now Crasher, now Dancer and Vixen!
On Comet, on Laser, on Lasher and Blitzen!
To the top of the clouds, to the top of the sky!
Now fly, now fly, now fly fly fly fly!
(To be concluded)