^ Twas the night before Christmas and all through Fybertech,
^^ the place was left in shambles, a total wreck.
^^^ A party Christmas eve they had held for some holiday fun,
^^^^ sadly nobody stayed when cleaning needed to be done.
^^^^^ When Santa arrived he recieved such a fright,
^^^^^^ "It looks like this place got ripped off tonight."
^^^^^^^ So with pitty in his heart thinking they got jacked
| | The fat man went to the tree and reached in his sack.
To each techer* he gave more gifts than any others,
Old Saint Nick felt sorry for these brothers.
When his task was complete and his gift bag was empty,
Saint Nick just smiled "Now they'll have plenty."
So with a twitch of his nose and a tug on his sash he vanished away, quick as a flash.
In the morning when all the Techers returned,
a pile of gifts met thier eyes and frowns were upturned.
For Saint Nick in his kindness overlooked one thing,
when it comes to depravity and madness the Techers are king.
These gifts that he left them would be hocked for cash,
and so the wrapping was thrown in the trash.
They kept the best stuff then Fyber was heard to say,
"This other crap will fetch a good price on Ebay."
So they auctioned off the presants without hesitation,
getting enough cash to buy a small nation.
When Santa found out what the techers had done,
he felt a desire to go buy a gun.
One of the elves then said with a bit too much joy,
"It's not their fault you're a just a big softy fat boy."
The elf dissapeard thay day from the shop,
the others knew better than to ask, and just continued to mop.
Santa learned a good lesson on that Christmass night,
Check your list twice so you get it right.
As for Fyber and the others, their fate you may ask?
They lived like phat pimps, with cash out the ass.
And so I bid you fairwell my dear friends,
Lets hope fat man red messes up once again.
A Christmas story by Bluejay
* techer - one of the people who goes to Fybertech (Pronounced teck-ers)
