Christmas book

The Night Before Christmas. By super :)

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through civcraft, not a player was stirring; not even an AnCap.

The chests were set by the Christmas trees with care in hopes that TTK2 would soon be there.

The newfriends were nestled, smug in their beds, while visions of riches danced in their heads.

and SoapBucket in his diamond helmet, and I in my leather cap had just settled our jimmies, for a long winters nap.

When out of the bunker, there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what the matter.

A way to the window, i flew like i hacked, tore open the fencegate and threw up the glass.

The moon, on the breast of a new texture pack, gave a luster to the objects below, when what to my pixely eyes should appear.

but a miniature TTK and 8 tiny admindeer. With a little young driver so lively and fleet i knew in a second i was in for a treat.

More rapid than baby zombies his admins they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name: "Now Arieh, Now Anarcho, Now hobo and bob, On Jawa, On Jacky, On Rourke and Teal!

"To the top of the bunker, to the top of wall, now dash away, dash away all!" As the arrows during the vault break would fly, when met with a person. they would fly threw the sky.

so up on on the obsidian the admin team they flew, with a chest full of toys and ttk2

And then in a twinkling, i heard on the roof that the admin team had arrived with nothing more than a poof.

As I was S keying back and turning around, down the chimney ttk came with a bound.

He was dressed in all prot 5 from his head to his foot, and his clothes were all tarnished with bans that he put.

A bundle of diamonds he had flung on his back, and he looked like a wilgar with a new texture pack.

His eyes - how they looked tired! His dimples- so weary! His cheeks were like roses and his nose like a cherry.

His pixeled mouth was drawn on like a bow and the neckbeard he had was as white as the snow.

A green fedora he held tight on his head, and it made him look like he was very well read.

He had a broad face and a little round belly that shook when he tipped his fedora like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a jolly young admin, I cringed when i saw him in spite of myself.

A tip of his fedora and a twist of his head soon gave me to know i had nothing to dread.

He typed not a word, but went straight to his newfriend work, then filled the chests and turned with a jerk.

and laying a finger on the side of his pixely nose, and giving a nod up the minecart teleporter he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, and all the admins flew away like the down of a thistle. But i saw him type, ere he drove out of sight.

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO CIVCRAFT AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT