A Visit From Saint Linden

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all ‘cross the sim

Not a creature was stirring, not one single prim.

Stockings were rezzed to hang from the mantle

While particle streams lit the flickering candles.

Child avs snuggled under warm sculpted sheets

Drifting off into dreams of bright textured sweets.

My friends in their prim skirts (though some were still Ruthed)

Attached skates to their feet – we were having a hoot!

When from the stream came a ching-ching-ching noise

Everyone heard it, both girl avs and boys.

Away to the window, that’s where I stood

And clicked on the sill, with its nice texture of wood.

What with glowing and full bright, and the grid moon on high

The scene spread ‘cross the snow was clear to my eyes.

A man in a red suit and premium skin

Had just landed his sleigh smack dab on my sim.

His flexi beard shone and he had a large sack

Attached to his spine so it rode on his back.

With twinkling eyes (from his facelight, I’m sure)

He leapt from the sleigh to my snow-covered shore.

“Hi Vic! Hello Addie! There’s Brandi and Rai!

“And Sarra and Dylan, Netty, Skyee and Jase!

“Hey there Carl and Gorden, Bent and Abella!

“And all of you others, the gals and the fellas!”

His jolly mouth laughed as his sack he threw down

While eager and curious, we all gathered ’round.

With a click of his mouse, he was sitting on my roof

As particle snow off his red suit went poof.

He clicked on the sack and it started to spin

Must have had a rotation script hidden within.

The presents spilled out, floating right through the air

And each person got one – hey, that’s only fair.

There were gizmos and vehicle and gadgets galore

With gift cards and poseballs and gift cards for stores.

But most wondrous of all, and I don’t mean to brag

With all of this traffic was not one bit of lag.

The script meter was glowing a bright, healthy green

I must say I wondered how this could have been.

Then the man in the red suit and white flexi beard

Pressed shift-Enter to whisper, “There’s nothing to fear.

“It’s a magical night,” he went on to say,

“A time for all residents to be joyful and gay.

“That’s hard to remember when you can’t move around

“So for this one night, nothing will slow you down.

So we danced and we skated and we cheered the man on

And the party went on till the sky signalled dawn.

Though our night had been lovely, still we were sad

For we knew it was ending, this fun we had had.

But the red-suited man had one last surprise

As he reached in his pocket (attached near his thigh).

Out came hundreds of Linden which on us did shower

And brought even more glee to this last joyful hour.

Then with a click of his mouse, he was back on his sleigh

While below we all waved as he went on his way.

Just before he TPed, he called out with all his might,

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.”