Twas the night before Christmas, when all through ECF
Not a vaper was stirring, not even a DYI Chef.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Rolygate soon would be there.
The vapers were nestled all snug with PVs,
With droplets of ejuice that dripped on their sleeves.
And Misty in her kerchief, and Joker in his cape,
Had just settled down for a very long vape.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my PC to see what was the matter.
Away with windows I flew like a flash,
I signed in to a vendor and pulled out my cash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature 901, and eight 510s so dear.
With a little old driver, so lively and nimble,
I knew in a moment it must be Elendil.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Bovinia!, now spacekitty! ,now 0smitty and Surf Monkey !
On jj2!, On lisab!, on PlanetScribbles and TexasT!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now vape away! vape away! vape away all!"
As dry tobacco that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with a modder, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Mods, and DonDaBoomVape too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The vaping and puffing and each little poof.
As I drew in 555, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Jerry 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 juices he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a vender, 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 E-pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the vapor 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 old elf,
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 stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, 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,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Not a vaper was stirring, not even a DYI Chef.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Rolygate soon would be there.
The vapers were nestled all snug with PVs,
With droplets of ejuice that dripped on their sleeves.
And Misty in her kerchief, and Joker in his cape,
Had just settled down for a very long vape.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my PC to see what was the matter.
Away with windows I flew like a flash,
I signed in to a vendor and pulled out my cash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature 901, and eight 510s so dear.
With a little old driver, so lively and nimble,
I knew in a moment it must be Elendil.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Bovinia!, now spacekitty! ,now 0smitty and Surf Monkey !
On jj2!, On lisab!, on PlanetScribbles and TexasT!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now vape away! vape away! vape away all!"
As dry tobacco that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with a modder, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Mods, and DonDaBoomVape too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The vaping and puffing and each little poof.
As I drew in 555, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Jerry 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 juices he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a vender, 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 E-pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the vapor 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 old elf,
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 stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, 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,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
