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A visit from St. Wilco (Poem) and Merry Christmas from Lecter

Cao Yun

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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the server,
Not a crime was commited, not even a murder;
The wallets were open and placed on the balconies with care,
In hope that Wilco would soon be there;

The players were cuddled all sitting in their chairs,
with visions of weed and cider flowing down their stairs;
And Neo in his uniform and I in my cap,
Had Just set our computers for a long restart nap;

When out in the drug dealer arose such a clatter
I sprang out from my pub to see what was the matter;
Away from the greenzone I flew with a flash,
Broke out my 1911 and prepared for a clash.
The fire on the street of the new paved road,
Gave a light of evening to the loot below.

When what to my wondering screen did appear,
But a man from the "Cloud Spotting Association" did come near.
With a british accent and legs so quick,
I knew in a minute it could only be Wilco's and the staffs kick!

Faster than Mx's firing at police they came,
And he yelled and shouted and called them by name:
"Now Cardoso, now Ciaran, now Jacko, now Soldier!
On Gregory, on Crumble, on Vacation and the others!
To the top of the castle, to the top of the wall!
Now run away, run away, run away all!"

As citizens before the wild VDM'ers fly,
When they put on their VR suits they went to the sky;
So up the castle the administration they flew,
With their backpacks full of framework and Wilco too-
And then in a moment I heard from a rebel,
The prancing and dancing of each little admins yell.

As I held ALT and turned my head around,
Down the greenzone Wilco came with a bound.
He was dressed in hobo attire, from his head to his foot,
and his polo was spotted with gunpowder and soot;
A bundle of updates he carried in his back,
and he looked like a newbie opening his pack.

His sunglasses they reflected with his eyes so weary,
From the blood of the police as red as a cheery!
His cute little mouth was smiling like a god,
And the features of his face were far from flawed.

The banhammer he held tight in his hands,
ready to hand out all the necessary bans.
But today everyone had decided to behave,
and not behave as usual, behave like a knave.

He was happy and merry that great little brit,
the happiness he brought us ensured we wouldn't quit!
He made us feel safe to know we weren't alone,
The love he had for us would always be known.

He said not a sentence and went straight to work,
and filled the map with jobs and weed with a smirk.
And his hand on a moving vehicle he threw,
and up in the air we saw as he flew.

He sprang to the staff and gave the team a whistle,
and off they went away like a nuclear missile.
But I heard him say in his british flying out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good ALUK night!"


Merry Christmas everyone, it is a delight to have met you all this year. You have all made a difference and my life, and for the better. I hope you all have an excellent Christmas or whatever celebration of your choosing, happy holidays. Enjoy a rare picture of me for this feast.


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Sincerely,
Dr. H. Lecter
 
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