I'm been deleting hundreds of old files and stumbled across this poem. All I remember is that it was posted on the Anime Chaos forum in 2000 (hey, I said the files were old!) as we all waited for Nick to do an update. I was pretty sure it was for his New Years Eve update but the poem suggests it was before Christmas. I thought I'd share it and maybe someone would know who the author is. This is exactly how it was posted. Enjoy!...
Fresh off IRC storytime... this was improv'd today and they suggested I should share it. Please forgive any errors/weirdness, this was done on the fly ^^;; Thanks to Atiya for giving me such a clean version of it (editting out the interrupts and stuff)
Twas the hour before the update, when all through the room
All the creatures were stirring, even the widdle GuardofDoom
The emails were waiting in the outbox with ready
In hopes that St Nick's update with be wallet-deadly
The children were nestled all snug in their chairs
With visions of bank accounts not restricted by cares
And Channie in his hub, and I on the floor
Had just decided that we needed much more
Then out on the net there arose such a slowdown
I sprang from my website and entered the hoedown (beef!)
Away to the NN window I raced with my mouse
straight way of Chaos, past Usagi's House
The fluorescent not adding to monitor glare
such that I could see every cel there
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
a ton of cels, I gave quite a cheer
With a young driver, so lively and slick
I knew in a moment, it must be St. Nick
Annoyingly slow the images came
as I clicked through the titles in the right frame
Now Hameln! Now Sakura, Ceres and Tenshi!
On Kenshin! On Noir on Sailor Senshi!
Top of page six! To the top of page nine!
Now email! email! and make them all mine!
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly
I met with an obstacle, and gave out a sigh
Slow network I passed as my fingers flew
with an email full of orders for St. Nick to view
And then in the channel, I heard all the talking
Each little collector festively gawking
I drew my hands back, and was turning around
to type about everything St. Nick had found
He was dressed in a Tshirt and worn out old jeans
and his clothes were all tarnished from mechanic type things
A bundle of cels he had flung on his site
and internet peddler of great cel might
His eyes how they twinkled from digicam pics
showing us his cels, his car and all of his kicks
His comments were droll and often quite l33t
managing the orders was quite a feet
A pan of Ryoko he held in his hands
safely away from all drooling fans
He had a big collection of pretty chicks
that could be found in many fanfics
He was tall and thin, a right young adult
but I had to giggle at some of his faults
with a wink of emoticon and a 'no prob'
I knew I had not made a complete social fob
He spoke not a word, but typed quite a bit
then filled all the orders and got on with it
A laying his finger on the enter key
he soon got back to collectors like me
He sprang to his car and met up with friends
and away they all flew away from his sends
but I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight
"Enjoy your cels! I'm partying tonight!"
whew...
I don't know how they convinced me to post this ^^;;