'Twas the night before Christmas, where they used to make brew,

Not a creature was stirring, including a robotic dog named blue;

The PDAs were stored in the van with care,

In hopes that sweet Angela soon would be there;

The vehicles were parked, all shiny and red,

The VR chamber was still overhead;

With Angie at home, and I dressed in black

I started to think of things our effects did lack,

When out in the alley, there was a noise, quite loud.

I thought the NYPD was fighting a crowd.

Away to the window, that wasn't too far,

Threw open the curtains, and pushed up the bar.

What should I see so near,

A virtual sleigh and eight holographic reindeer.

With a little old driver, not his best friend Rick,

But a guy wearing a GARP mask just like St. Nick.

There was a team led by Rudolf of movie star fame,

Santa hooted and hollered, and addressed them by name.

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!

Go up there, let's take a bow,

Fly away! fly away! fly away now!"

They flew to the roof without any stunt falls,

With a sleigh crammed with toys and one Santa Claus.

And then, in that instant, I heard on the roof,

A Foley making the sound of each little hoof.

As I turned around, careful not to slip,

Through a window came Santa, help by a grip.

He was dressed all in fur, so inappropriate for Oz,

But with the cold weather here, I guess he had cause.

This Santa was really not looking too ratty.

In fact, he looked like a cop named Gatti.

But I knew that couldn't be the way,

He wouldn't leave his family so close to THE day.

Could it be Leo who's under that suit?

Ready to give out some Christmas loot?

Then Santa put something under the tree,

The card was in plain view, for everyone to see,

Rollie, you've been a good boy, you've told few fibs,

That's why I leave you this package of squibs.

I laughed out loud, making a sound,

Santa was shocked, who was around?

He turned his head and saw he was caught.

I soon realized, Santa was Ms. Scott.

She spoke not a word, but walked round the Ambler,

And filled all the stockings, slick like a gambler,

And placing her finger aside of her nose,

She gave a nod, out the phone booth she goes;

She ran to her sleigh, to her team gave a whistle,

And away they all went like they were shot from a missile.

But I hear heard her shout, without regrets,

"Merry Christmas to all, and watch F/X."