Twas the night before Wardmas, when all through the forum
Not a member was lurking, not even Adz.
The stockings were hung by the SB dungeon with care,
In hopes that John Wardley soon would be there;
The Under-18s were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of Nemesis danced in their heads;
And Michelle in her tinsel, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our minds for a long winter's nap.
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”