Twas the night before Christmas, when all through fanpop
Not a creature was stirring, not even Ajox.
The buttless chaps were hung kwa the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The fanpopettes were nestled all snug in their spots,
While they had visions of sugar-plums likely caused kwa pot.
And the F4 in their ‘kerchiefs, and fapoppers feeling smarty,
Had just revved up their brains for a long winter’s party.
When out in the fanpop Users spot there arose such a clatter,
Papa sprang from the kitanda to see what was the matter.
Away to the servers he flew like a hound,
Finding hundreds of poppers and fake alcohol abound.
The monitor screens in the dark rooms of all
Gave the lustre of 3 am to objects short and tall.
When, what to papa’s wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature Cinders, Harold and Claire.
With a little crazy Hooch, so lively and angry,
Papa knew in a moment he must be quite hungry.
zaidi rapid than blisslikethis his followers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them kwa name!
"Now Temptasia! now, Shadowflame! now, Dazl and Maressa!
On, Everybodylies! On, Oldmovie! on, on OhClip and heroesfan4eva!
To the House MD spot! to the spot of Sweeney Todd!
Now dash away! Dash away! For this is quite odd!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with a troll, the blow it sky high.
So up to the front page the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of picks, and hooch-is-crazy too.
And then, in a twinkling, papa saw in the fanpop spot
Spottacus had left rainbows everywhere, a blank space not.
As papa drew in his head, and was browsing around,
Down the chimney DarkSarcasm came with a bound.
Her ikoni was red and green, it looked like a foot
And her picha were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of chemsha bongo she had flung in her spots,
And she looked like a fanatic, just uploading a lot.
Her articles-how they twinkled! her viungo how merry!
Her foramu were like roses, her foramu like cherries!
Her ratings were high, wrapped in a bow,
And the creepiness of the idea of her spawn was to scary to show.
The stump of a pipe she held tight in her mitt,
And papa thought for her baby she really should quit.
She had a long heshima orodha and many medali to show,
That many mashabiki gave her that she carried in tow!
Her mashabiki were quite merry, possibly drunk,
And papa laughed when he saw them, as one fell with a clunk!
A stumble from oblix as she fell on her head,
Soon gave papa to know he had nothing to dread.
They spoke not a understandable word, but went straight to the fridge,
And filled all their stomachs with bia leaving not a smidge.
And laying her finger aside of her nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney DarkSarcasm rose!
She sprang to her sleigh, to her team gave a slurred yell,
And away they all flew like swerving, drunk it was easy to tell.
But papa heard her exclaim, as her sleigh smashed into a skating rink,
"Happy krisimasi to all, and let this teach wewe not to drive and drink!"
Not a creature was stirring, not even Ajox.
The buttless chaps were hung kwa the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The fanpopettes were nestled all snug in their spots,
While they had visions of sugar-plums likely caused kwa pot.
And the F4 in their ‘kerchiefs, and fapoppers feeling smarty,
Had just revved up their brains for a long winter’s party.
When out in the fanpop Users spot there arose such a clatter,
Papa sprang from the kitanda to see what was the matter.
Away to the servers he flew like a hound,
Finding hundreds of poppers and fake alcohol abound.
The monitor screens in the dark rooms of all
Gave the lustre of 3 am to objects short and tall.
When, what to papa’s wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature Cinders, Harold and Claire.
With a little crazy Hooch, so lively and angry,
Papa knew in a moment he must be quite hungry.
zaidi rapid than blisslikethis his followers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them kwa name!
"Now Temptasia! now, Shadowflame! now, Dazl and Maressa!
On, Everybodylies! On, Oldmovie! on, on OhClip and heroesfan4eva!
To the House MD spot! to the spot of Sweeney Todd!
Now dash away! Dash away! For this is quite odd!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with a troll, the blow it sky high.
So up to the front page the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of picks, and hooch-is-crazy too.
And then, in a twinkling, papa saw in the fanpop spot
Spottacus had left rainbows everywhere, a blank space not.
As papa drew in his head, and was browsing around,
Down the chimney DarkSarcasm came with a bound.
Her ikoni was red and green, it looked like a foot
And her picha were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of chemsha bongo she had flung in her spots,
And she looked like a fanatic, just uploading a lot.
Her articles-how they twinkled! her viungo how merry!
Her foramu were like roses, her foramu like cherries!
Her ratings were high, wrapped in a bow,
And the creepiness of the idea of her spawn was to scary to show.
The stump of a pipe she held tight in her mitt,
And papa thought for her baby she really should quit.
She had a long heshima orodha and many medali to show,
That many mashabiki gave her that she carried in tow!
Her mashabiki were quite merry, possibly drunk,
And papa laughed when he saw them, as one fell with a clunk!
A stumble from oblix as she fell on her head,
Soon gave papa to know he had nothing to dread.
They spoke not a understandable word, but went straight to the fridge,
And filled all their stomachs with bia leaving not a smidge.
And laying her finger aside of her nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney DarkSarcasm rose!
She sprang to her sleigh, to her team gave a slurred yell,
And away they all flew like swerving, drunk it was easy to tell.
But papa heard her exclaim, as her sleigh smashed into a skating rink,
"Happy krisimasi to all, and let this teach wewe not to drive and drink!"