Twas the night before Solstice, when all through the forum
Coyote was telling stories and trying to bore 'em.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Ungodly soon would be there.
The posters were nestled all snug in their threads,
While horrors of jebus danced in their heads.
And lady in her ‘kerchief, a playin' her uke
Unbeliever listened and thought he would puke.
When out in the web there arose such a clatter,
Everyone left their 'puter to see what was the matter.
Away to WINDOWS® they saw in a flash,
Some silly old fundies who had come 'round to bash.
The moon shone on a newly build church
That needed probing, prying and scientific research.
When, what to the forum's wondering eyes should appear,
But a funny old fella, lookin' kind of queer.
He had on a halo and an unused dick.
They knew in a moment it must be St Prick.
"You've seen me before in a video game,
If you go to hell you've yourselves to blame."
And then, in a twinkling, appeared on the screen
A dapper young fella talking obscene.
He fought with St. Prick, gave him a pound
As into the forum Ungodly pranced with a bound.
He was chubby and plump and really very merry
He laughed and said, "Ho Ho I'm a fairy!"
With a wink of his eye and a twist of his head
He shouted out loud "GOD IS DEAD!"
Then he sprang to his web site to his ISP gave a whistle,
And away he went on his misguided missile.
But they heard him exclaim, ‘ere he flew out of sight,
"Happy Solstice to all, and to all a good-night!"