Twas the night before Christmas on the Team Tech Talk threads,
Not a Dremel was grinding (except maybe for d3v’s).
Armi had shut down his shop for the eve,
And Gummo had left all his wiring unsleeved.
When all of a sudden, there arose such a din,
As loud as FrankCastle, with his cabs all plugged in.
The noise was so loud that it screamed through the forums,
Til Moonchilde shown up and instilled some decorum.
“Fuck is this noise scrubs? You should all be in bed!”
“It’s Santa!” cried Vicko, “He’s here with his sled!”
They all peered out their windows, maintaining their cool,
Til they realized that Santa was in-fact Darksakul.
“What is this?” asked Jasen “”Who the hell made YOU Santa?”
“Mind your business, young padawan, I’ve presents from Sanwa.”
The modders went silent and started to shift,
All wishing for ball-tops and buttons and sticks.
“Something that lights up, made just for ShoeGazer,
and Nendo a board that’ll fix up your Razer,
for Undamned, a never-used CPS-2,
for all, I have something, quite special for you”
The gang took their presents and sat round a table,
with solder and switches and QDs and cable.
By the time that the smoke cleared and sticks were all made,
They’d built enough stuff to kick-start an arcade.
“I think we missed Christmas, but damn that was fun.”
Camacho smiled, giving his Hori a run.
As Darksakul’s sleigh took him off, out of sight,
He laughed, “Nothing says Christmas like silicon, right?”
