Call Sign's Annual Christmas Poem

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through JA land,
There was misery, sadness - Curly still banned;
The stockings were hung on the chimney in style,
Celtic are still sitting top of the pile.

Ginger was cosy, quaffing champagne,
Stuffing his chops on cranberry and gammon, bread plain;
NNH drinking Electric Melon like a night at the Ritz,
JFK shouts "it's a bacon sandwich p00ft!ts".

When at the night out there was such a clatter,
Miller staggered in with haggis in batter;
Away to the hills TMQ flew like a flash,
Running out of the Admiral having stole Lauders sash.

The homeless are shivering in cold cardboard beds,
The Tories are being voted for by the gangs and the neds;
Rod Stewart is hated by both the Bears and the Bhoys,
The Green Brigade - banned, out their pram go the toys.

With a little old caddie, carrying all of his clubs,
Away playing golf, it must be a Duke;
More rapid than eagles going between pubs,
Zachsda whistled, and shouted as he left Tesco with a book.

Magnum singing carols with moguls and bankers,
Sparkies like Jukebox, and various w@nkers;
Bubble was having fun pulling his cracker,
Heed was late for the fireworks with a sparkler.

Now, Silver! now, Mummy! now, Zico and Earl!
On, Castle! on Pointy! on, trollfecker and Irvine!
We all went to Hampden! we're having a ball!
Now dash away! dash away! dash 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 chimney Santa Admin came with a bound.

He was dressed all in red, from his head to his toes,
Calling out Not606 admins for square goes;
Handing out sweets to the kids, it's just werthers,
Another site outage, Admin 2 crashed the servers.

His eyes-how they twinkled! Smid was back only briefly he said!
His first article claimed, ma poor Alfie didn't deserve a Red!
The bears who had gone, said the site was so droll,
They're all sneaking back now, but Celtic are still on a roll.

LMC is on the sherry and eating a snickers,
CT is still asking for a sniff of her knickers;
Drunken TBBAB is a singing along with the Pogues,
With the rest of the Bears and a few Irish rogues.

Ivan was happy, a right jolly Arab elf,
Wee Jum's wife was raging when he was so drunk he p!ssed himself;
A wink of his eye he said I'll get the next round up,
I’ve had enough now, I’ve filtered you Laudrup.

Atheist spoke not a word, he is praying to Ghod,
The both sang along to Grace by the Rod;
He's booking a trip just to go to Braga,
Even at his age, he's still a top sh@gger.

Call Sign sprang to his sleigh, to the JA team gave a whistle,
And all the site cheered, like a late winner at Thistle.
But I heard him exclaim to one and to all
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE, THANK GOD FOR FOOTBALL