‘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 [...]