Welcome to the Christmas episode of Geeks Corner! Every year, something new comes as we celebrate Christmas in the way that only geeks can… but differently each year. This year there are advertisements for new products from Murray, a musical number devoted to Magical Christmas Dragon, piano duets, and even the introduction of Battle Santa! We hope you enjoy this very special episode of Geeks Corner!
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas… Sort Of
‘Twas the victorian era before Christmas, and all through the igloo,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a penguin.
The sweaters were hung by the love seat with care,
In hopes that St. Theodore soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their desks,
While visions of sugar-donuts danced in their filangies.
And second cousin in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
sang open the shutters, and sauntered up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-ancient greece to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a great cupcake, and eight tiny cows.
With a little old driver, so lively and stupendous,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Theodore.
More rapid than cats his cows they came,
And he whistled, and squelched, and called them by name;
“Now, Dasher! Now, Alexander! Now, Pretzel and Vixen!
On, Caitie! On Big Rat! On, Sock and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the grinch!
Now runs away! Runs away! Runs away all!”
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the love seat St. Theodore came with a bound.
His eyes — how they thumped! His dimples, how delicious!
His tongues were like narwals, his toe like a sandwich!
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
And filled all the sweaters, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his thumb aside of his eyebrow,
And giving a nod, up the love seat he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a blblblblblb,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good victorian era!”
— “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas,” corrupted and abridged.
