» Sat May 28, 2011 10:07 am Not a user was stirring, not even their mouse
The posts had be written, some with great care
In hopes the Bethesda would read what was there
The users were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of Nords danced through their heads
And a fast talking Kahjit, who was wearing a cap
We had all settled down, to wait for the game
With every new release, there arose such a clatter
I sprang to my computer to see what was the matter
Away to the Windows I flew like a flash
Come on browser, you have to be fast
The moon on the briast of new fallen snow
The first screen shot of Skyrim was loading to slow
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a miniature sleigh pulled by 8 bosmer
With a little old driver so lively and quick
I knew in a moment, it must be M’Aiq
More rapid then cliff racers, his bosmer they came
And he whistled and hissed, and called them by name,
Now Fargoth! now, Gaenor! now, Adoring Fan and Belwen
On Glarthir! on Thoronir! on Foroch and Engorm
To the top of the battlement! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!
As cups on a table before fireballs fly
When they meet with an obstacle, levitate to the sky
So up to the house-top the bosmer they flew
With a sleigh full of weapons, and M’Aiq in there too
And then, in twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and dancer of each little goof
As I switched off my laptop, and was turning around
Down the chimney M’Aiq came with a bound
He was dressed all in fur, with a Colovian helm too
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot
A bundle of items he had flung on his back
And he looked like the character, opening his pack
His eyes -- how they twinkled! His whiskers how merry!
His cheeks were soft and his nose was quite furry
His droll little mouth was smiling quite wide
I could see all his teeth, there in a row
The stump of a carrot, he held tight in his teeth
And his mane encircled his head like a wreath
He had a broad face and a long furry tail
That twisted and turned, while he told a tall tale
He was a sturdy and quick, a right jolly cat
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know, I had nothing to dread
He spoke many words, and some made no sense
But he promised no swords and then turned with a jerk
And then putting his palms out
And saying some words, up the chimney he rose
He sprang to his sleigh, to his bosmer a hiss
And away they all flew like they fell off dive rock
But I heard him exclaim as he drove outta sight
“Mounted creatures are back, but you still can not fight”
Merry Christmas everyone!
