A Twas the night before christmas edit with the code vault added in. This was passed from coder to coder but other then that it wasn't given to many people. So here it is- Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the forum Not a creature was stirring, not even a Erkz. The codes were hung by the threads with care, In hopes that St Antiweapon soon would be there. The users were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of no T-stance danced in their heads. And Janime6 in his ps2dis, and I on my codebreaker, Had just settled our codes for a long hacking day. When out on the forums there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my user profile to see what was the matter. Away to the vault I clicked like a flash, Tore open the thread and opened to the last page. The post on the breast of the worlds computers Gave the lustre of mid-day to user below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature picture, and eight tinny codes. With a little old coder, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St Anti. More rapid than eagles, millions of post came, And they whistled, and shouted, and called them the codes by names. "Now cloaked roxas! now, dw riku! now, UCM and UWM! On, Mickey! On, Diz! on, playable Kairi and Namine! To the top of the thread! to the top of the forum! Now hack away! Hack away! Hack away all!" As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an stance, mount to the post. So up to the forum-top the coursers they post, With the sleigh full of codes, and St Antiweapon too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the thread The prancing and pawing of each little code. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St Antiweapon came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of codes he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack. His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow. The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly! He was chubby and plump, a right jolly coder, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the request, then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, logged off he did! He sprang to his side forum, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
