'Twas Two Nights before Christmas
when all through the house,
not a gamer was gaming, not even
my spouse. Â The systems were hooked up
'neath the TV with care, in the hopes that
Gamesniper soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
the ones down the street, since I don't have kids.
And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
then settled in to try out the next killer app.
When from the game room arose such a clatter
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter
Away to my storage, I flew like a flash
to find what had happened-the source of the crash
Santa greeted me as I opened the door
asking, "Do you mind if I go ahead and take a few more?"
It seems that St. Nick was helping himself
to some of the games he'd found on my shelf
"I'd like to borrow some games from your shelves,
cuz' making these things is tough for the elves"
What could I say to Santa but "Yes,
as long as your helpers don't make them a mess"
"I'd like them back in their current condition
I'm a game collector, you understand my position"
Santa assured me that I'd not have to worry
and then disappeared in a great snowy flurry.
The next evening, from the game room, I heard a loud thump
and a few seconds later there came a soft bump
"Santa", I asked from outside the door
"Come in, Come in" I then heard him implore.
I walked into the room, and beheld such a sight
each one of my games had been put back just right.
"Thanks for your help, from me and the elves,
I doubt we'd have made it without use of your shelves" Â
"If you're ever up North, make sure to drop by
We'll have some lunch and a big slice of pie"
And with that he vanished as quick as he came,
with no proof to show that he'd borrowed a game.
But, I assure you, dear reader, it wasn't a dreamÂ
In my stocking the next day was a copy of Bleem
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