My gift to all my AFF friends

[OneAccord]

...and I stress the word "friends". Enjoy and remember...its all TIC!

Twas the Night Before Christmas….
AFF Style


Twas the night before Christmas, and all thru the forum
Not a poster was posting, the threads were all but mum
No gossip, or news, No “BOMBSHELLS” to scare,
We hoped that St. Markless soon would be there;

The posters were anxious to read all the threads
While visions of “latest news” danced in their heads;
And Rhoni with her 'kerchiefs, and I with my cup,
Had just settled down to read whatever came up

When out of the screen there arose a loud clatter..
I jumped in my chair and typed “Whats the matter!”
Away went a PM, “Oh , Help us, Prax!".
He said “I’ll help, but you’ll have to send cash!”

The screen on my desk, bought at the Goodwill store
Gave a glow of greenish so that I could see more
When, what to our blood shot , tired eyes should appear,
But an exciting new thread, with eight new posters here!

With a lot of old drama, “I have NEWS, so hark!”
We knew in a moment it must be St. Mark.
More rapid than gygabytes, his "BombShell" came,
With MAJOR NEWS FLASH, he called them all by name;

“Now Epley, now Renda, Now Cindy, and Mizzy,
On, PO! on Phelps! On, Scotty and Dizzy!
To the top of the page! To the Fellowship Hall!
Now post away! post away! post away all!"

As good threads, before they are even read, die
When they meet with juicy gossip that falls from the sky
Over to this new thread, the posters they flew,
To find the latest NEWS, for St Mark they knew.

Mark typed “I’m not lying, That is the truth!’
I have my sources, and, NO, I did NOT goof!”
As I clicked on my mouse, I held on to my hat,
For Heavenly One typed, “You got Bible for that?”

All were stressed, all in fear, Falla prayed, “Lord, help us all.”
All threads was of standards, over in the Fellowship Hall
A bundle of NEWS, Mark brought from a revival,
And he looked like a preacher, opening his Bible.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! But he was in a hurry!
Had to get to Just Preachers, for they were in a fury!
He typed real fast, “I’ll return, for I’m not done!’
And the beard of his chin, well, hes a Con, he has none!

Theres is a good man from down in Alabam
He’s a little country, stills says, Sir and Ma’am
Scott is a good man and has little round belly,
He loves his beans, including those made of jelly.

He is scrappy and blunt, a right jolly old elf,
But Epley can’t reach things, on the top shelf.
Phelps is a good man, and has a good head
Hes a good bro, but don’t be callin’ him Fred

The Admin are good, are good at their work
But they’ll ban you quick, if you call someone a jerk
And laying my finger inside my nose,
Beginning to nod, up from my ‘puter I rose

My name is OA , and wanted to give you a giggle,
I just love to watch, the three steppers wiggle,
I say to all, before this turns into a fight,
"Happy Christmas to AFF, and to AFF a good-night."