Twas the Klownz before Redeemermas

[Killer Klownz]

Twas the night before Redeemer, when all through the map

Not a player was stirring, not even Hermskii;

The grav boots were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that Klownz soon would be there;

The players were nestled all snug in their hidy holes,

While visions of a dead Klownz danced in their heads;

When on the map there arose such a clatter,

MEAT sprang from the computer to see what was the matter.

Away to the window MEAT flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The blood on the floor of the new map

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to MEATs wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature Nali , and eight tiny players,

With the Nali, so lively and quick,

MEAT knew in a moment it must be Klownz.

More rapid than eagles Its redeemers they came,

And Klownz swore, and shouted, and called players by name;

"Now, Fuzzball! now, Time! now, ELvis and Mellisa!

On, RandomPlayer! on 5i1ent/3oB! on, Hellzapoppin and a_nameless_entity!

To the top of the map! to the top of a building!

Now run away! run away! run away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When players meet with a redeemer, mount to the sky,

So up to the map-top the pieces of the players they flew,

And then, in a twinkling, MEAT heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little player.

As MEAT drew in his hand, and was turning around,

Down the chimney Klownz came with a bound.

Klownz was dressed all in black, from Its head to Its foot,

And Its green eyes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of redeemers Klownz flung around the room,

And Klownz looked like a ninja just opening his attack.

Its eyes -- how they twinkled! Its dimples how drole!

Klownz cheeks were like death, Its nose the color of coal!

Klownz droll little mouth was drawn up like a frown,

And the blood on Its chin was as red as a clown;

The stump of a player Klownz held tight in Its teeth,

And smoke it encircled Its head like a wreath;

It had a broad face and a little round head,

That shook, when It laughed like the dead.

And MEAT cried out when he saw him, in spite of himself;

A wink of Its eye and a twist of Its head,

Soon gave MEAT to know he had everything to dread;

Klownz spoke not a word, but went straight to Its work,

And filled MEAT with redeemers; then turned with a jerk,

And laying Its finger aside of Its nose,

And giving a shriek, up the chimney Klownz rose;

But MEAT heard Klownz exclaim, ere It drove out of sight,

"Happy Redeemers to all, and to all a bad-night."

[Hermskii]

That was a true piece of UT art. Very nice going KK. Very nice indeed.

[*POTS*]

That was a true piece of UT art. Very nice going KK. Very nice indeed.

Sounds like the perfect lullaby for your child, Herm

[Fuzz_Ball]

Got it.

Roger that.

Fun Stuff!

Good work, there, Klownz!

[Hook]

I loved it - another UT classic I can read to my grandchildren!

[ELvis]

A true Christmas tale indeed. Brought a tear to my eye. Must print and read to the kids for next x-mas eve.