<title> Twas the Month Before Christmas

<title> Twas the Month Before Christmas – Joke 9 </title>

Twas the month before Christmas

Twas the month before Christmas

and all through the house,

not a creature was clicking,save for the mouse,

The wish lists were posted on Netscape with care,

in hopes Mom and Dad soon would click there,

The children were nestled having snugly signed off,

while visions of eToys were dancing aloft,

And Mama on AOL whilst I was Exploring

we soon turned it off 'cause chat rooms were boring,

When on my computer there arose such a clatter,

I checked my e-mail to see what was the matter,

Away to my Windows I flew like a flash,

entered my password and checked my e-stash,

The moon, on the breast of digital snow,

gave a luster of midday to icons below,

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

but a screen-saver sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old sprite so light and so quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Click,

More rapid the Pentium III his deer came,

and he whistled and shouted and called them by name,

Now fogdog, Now eBay, Now YardMart and J.Crew,

On CNET, on eToys, on Lands' End and Yahoo,

Through the Net-surfing portal, and past the fire wall,

now dash away, dash away, dash away all

So to the hard drive, the coursers they flew

with a diskful of toys, and St. Clickalaus, too.

And then, in a twinkling, came from the sound card,

a pawing of hoofs which threw me off-guard

As I sat there transfixed, so mesmerized

I watched as St. Click soon digitized

He appeared in bright red with great resolution,

and I knew I had found my Christmas solution,

A bundle from eToys was slung on his back,

and he wanted my plastic to unlock his sack,

His eyes, how they twinkled, his nose, a sensation.

His cheeks were like roses, its was great animation.

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

which blinked, "Click here for Welch's Grape Jelly"

He was chubby and plump, but left space for ads

Click here for shirts, click there for plaids,

A wink of his eye that was really quite funny,

gave me to know he'd soon have my money,

He spoke not a word but led me about,

I filled all my stockings till my Visa gave out,

A laying his finger aside of his nose,

he offered a last deal on pantyhose.

He then sprang off-screen, to his team gave a whistle,

and away they all flew like small guided missiles,

But I heard him explain 'ere my screen went to nil,

"Happy Christmas to all, I'll snail-mail my bill"

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