Twas the night before patchday, when all through the house

All the clicking was going, through moving his mouse

The computer was cleaned by the gypsie with care

In the hopes that SWTOR's new update would be there.

The pygmies were nestled inside their beds

While visions of blasters danced deep in their heads

The sithlord in her kerchief, and I in my cap

Had just sparred again with me being zapped.

When across the street, there arose such a clatter

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw open the sash

"YOU ******** GAME" was all I heard

" MY GAME IS BROKE" exclaimed a third

The night was in chaos, my soul struck with fear

"Turn on the computer" I thought with a sneer

Up lit the screen, my heart in my chest

I entered the password, with disinterest.

The bar moved along, my eyes all a glow

The "play" button lit up, "Now we will know"

The screen went black, my soul in terror

I waited for one, two, what seemed like an hour.

Away I turned, a tear in my eye

No games for me, my time is nigh.

And as I walked, so sad was I

The game turned on, with fiery pride

I laughed and giggled, my heart was warm

"I survived another patch day storm."

Adapted from "The Christmas story, by Clement Clark Moore"

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awesome, just awesome. I was rofl

Clicking? I certainly hope not.....

True..