The Night Before Christmas: Game Edition

Twas the night before Christmas and sat near the tree
not a console was stirring not even the Wii
Kinect’s gaze went silent as it powered down
Move laid there quiet no longer glowing and round.

As gamers all settled snug in their beds,
hopes for tomorrow filled all their heads.
What games will they get, did Santa listen
when they open the paper will the packaging glisten

When all round the dreams there came such a worry
with old games unfinished they will have to hurry,
for leaving un-completed is a cardinal sin,
this will have to be resolved before the new games begin.

The dreams took a turn and the dreamers changed setting,
taken to a world filled with games they were getting,
amongst the old friends and new friends, characters galore
straight from the boxes you see at the store.

The gamers rejoiced as they had found their nation,
and they catalogued them at the new naming station.
“Now Meat Boy, now Shepard, now Sonic and Faith!
On Mario, on Mickey, On Dante and Drake!
So up to the mountains of Albion they went,
Listing and Listing till all IP was spent.

And then, a theme was heard on the roof,
8-bit and twinkling it felt so aloof.
Under the covers the gamers did shiver,
thinking of what kinds Santa would deliver.

He was dressed all in red from his head to his toes,
and upon each elbow a power button glows.
A large bag of swag he carried on his back,
and a sack filled with Wii’s in silky smooth black.

His eyes how they twinkled! His laugh, how merry!
As he entered the main room and started getting ready.
He spoke not a word but went straight to work,
and prepared the stockings with an aura of mirth.

He pulled out a Sonic Stylus and a Mario Hat,
He placed with a stuffed toy of the jolly Cheshire cat,
He left Halo figurines for the fan girls and boys
and he gifted accessories and Sack Boy toys.

And Laying a finger aside of his nose,

Suddenly games in a pile, they rose
He appeared on the roof and to the light cycle he sprang.
And away he went with a flash of light, glistening behind him a brand new Rock Band

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all,
and United We Game.”

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  • Great Job! I had started one of these for STIR – the Zombie edition – but decided not to run it. It was about a family defending their house from zombies on Christmas Eve until they are rescued by a chopper pilot name “Nick”. Here is a taste…

    ‘Twas the night before Christmas, they came to my home

    Every creature was stirring, the undead they did roam;

    The doors all locked, windows boarded with care,

    In hopes that rescuers soon would be there;

    The children were hiding, quiet under their beds,

    While my high powered rifle removed zombie heads;

    And mamma in her Kevlar lined bullet proof vest,

    We take turns on the lookout while each other rests,

    When out on the lawn the undead they did gather,

    I spied through my scope to see what was the matter.

    Up to our windows they shuffled their flesh,

    Tore open the shutters and broke through the glass.

    They breached the ground level, moaning and slow

    I counted my ammo and found I was low,

    When, what to my unrested eyes should appear,

    But a fully armed chopper flying so near,

    With a hair-triggered pilot so angry and quick,

    He announced “Y’all take cover or get shot by Nick”
    The machinegun reports and missiles they came,

    He hooted, and shooted, and called zombie names;

    “Hey, Corpsey! and, Limper! Die, Groaner and Rotten!

    Burn, Vomet! and Rancid! Die, Goner and Clottin’!

    Zombies on the porch! Zombies by the wall!

    Nick with his chopper, he drove away all!”

  • Brian Heitzenrater (FrehleyzComet)

    You bastard! I was going to write a Christmas poem like this! :p

    You beat me to it. Good job. heh. 🙂

  • Good job! Can’t wait to see what Santa left me! 😀


  • That’s awesome. 🙂