Here's Jim Husted's "Night Before Christmas" post from 2007. It's from the EV mailing-list, so it's oriented for the EV converter crowd. Enjoy.
"Twas the night before Christmas and all through the
list
not a flame war was stiring, so no one was pist. 8^o
The threads all are listed by David with care
He's the admin guy, you know, who tells us "no pulling
hair".
The members were nestled, all snug in their beds
while visions of Tesla's danced in their heads.
And momma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When out from my computer there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to Microsoft Windows I flew like a flash,
but my list folder was empty so I went through the
trash (folder)
The moon on the breasts of the new email spam
caused lust in my heart, what can I say, I'm a man.
When what to my wondering eye should also appear,
yet another Viagra ad promising super hard gear.
With my little old driver, so lively and quick,
I deleted them all and went back to the list.
More rapid than eagles my curser this wrote,
and I whistled and shouted with a smile and a gloat
Now Dashers, now Dailies, now Prancers and Vixens
I hope you've enjoyed this, unless no one has
listened.
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
I'm wishing the best, to one, and to all!
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly.
if we don't stop using oil we're all gonna die.
So out to my web site my curser it flew
in hopes there was something good I could do...
<man, I don't remember this poem being so long, lol>
I finished my blog then heard on my roof
what sounded like White Zombie smoking it's hoof.
As I drew shut my lap top, and was turning around,
down the chimney came PlasmaBoy with a God awful
sound.
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and
soot.
He had a big plasma burn patch on his back
All he said was watch out when you're connecting your
pack.
His eyes- how they trinkled, his dimples so merry
His cheeks were like roses, it was all kind of scary.
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
You know how he gets when he's not racing you know.
The stump of a motor was held in his teeth,
and the smoke it released encircled his head like a
wreath.
He had a broad face, but his little round belly,
was all but gone now, cause he stopped eating jelly.
He laughed at me, you know, like a right jolly old
elf,
I laughed at him back when asked if I had a
replacement motor on my self.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
soon gave me thoughts of worry and dread.
He spoke not a word, I went straight my work,
saying, I'll fix your damn motor but I still think
you're a jerk!
And putting his finger inside his nose,
he flicks a bugger on me just before he goes.
He sprang to the Zombie, with no Curtis whistle,
and away he took off like a super charged missle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of site
this time you have better built the motor right!
Hope you all enjoyed my satire of an old classic.
FWIW, I've laughed so hard writing this my face hurts
8^)
Happy holidays all"
Jim Husted
Hi-Torque Electric
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays
"Twas the night before Christmas and all through the
list
not a flame war was stiring, so no one was pist. 8^o
The threads all are listed by David with care
He's the admin guy, you know, who tells us "no pulling
hair".
The members were nestled, all snug in their beds
while visions of Tesla's danced in their heads.
And momma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When out from my computer there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to Microsoft Windows I flew like a flash,
but my list folder was empty so I went through the
trash (folder)
The moon on the breasts of the new email spam
caused lust in my heart, what can I say, I'm a man.
When what to my wondering eye should also appear,
yet another Viagra ad promising super hard gear.
With my little old driver, so lively and quick,
I deleted them all and went back to the list.
More rapid than eagles my curser this wrote,
and I whistled and shouted with a smile and a gloat
Now Dashers, now Dailies, now Prancers and Vixens
I hope you've enjoyed this, unless no one has
listened.
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
I'm wishing the best, to one, and to all!
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly.
if we don't stop using oil we're all gonna die.
So out to my web site my curser it flew
in hopes there was something good I could do...
<man, I don't remember this poem being so long, lol>
I finished my blog then heard on my roof
what sounded like White Zombie smoking it's hoof.
As I drew shut my lap top, and was turning around,
down the chimney came PlasmaBoy with a God awful
sound.
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and
soot.
He had a big plasma burn patch on his back
All he said was watch out when you're connecting your
pack.
His eyes- how they trinkled, his dimples so merry
His cheeks were like roses, it was all kind of scary.
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
You know how he gets when he's not racing you know.
The stump of a motor was held in his teeth,
and the smoke it released encircled his head like a
wreath.
He had a broad face, but his little round belly,
was all but gone now, cause he stopped eating jelly.
He laughed at me, you know, like a right jolly old
elf,
I laughed at him back when asked if I had a
replacement motor on my self.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
soon gave me thoughts of worry and dread.
He spoke not a word, I went straight my work,
saying, I'll fix your damn motor but I still think
you're a jerk!
And putting his finger inside his nose,
he flicks a bugger on me just before he goes.
He sprang to the Zombie, with no Curtis whistle,
and away he took off like a super charged missle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of site
this time you have better built the motor right!
Hope you all enjoyed my satire of an old classic.
FWIW, I've laughed so hard writing this my face hurts
8^)
Happy holidays all"
Jim Husted
Hi-Torque Electric
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays
