In honour of the holiday season, and to celebrate geekery everywhere, I’ve written this lovely little parody of Clement Clarke Moore’s “Twas the Night Before Christmas.”
I hope you enjoy it, and happy holidays from the Girly Geek!
'Twas the night before Switchmas
‘Twas the night before Switchmas, and all through the house,
Every keyboard was clicking, and every mouse;
The cables were hung by the consoles with care,
In hopes that St. New-console soon would be there.
The gamers were nestled all snug at their screens,
With images of chocobos crossing their streams;
And Shane with his headset, and I with my boots,
Were hoping that Santa and a Switch were in cahoots.
Then out in the kitchen there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the sink I flew like the Flash,
Pushed aside the tea towels and other mishmash.
I saw nothing but darkness as I looked down the pipe,
Squinting and searching for a mystery of some type;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a bright yellow box with a question mark clear.
It rose out of that sink and grew larger so quick,
I knew in a moment it must be no trick.
In the wake of that box came a small, rounded man,
With a red hat, black ‘stache and two reins in his hand.
Now, Yoshis and Bob-ombs and Chain Chomps and Bloopers,
Put aside their differences to be holiday troopers.
They worked and they toiled and they had quite a ball,
Then they dashed away, dashed away, dashed away all.
As I gaped at the mess with my jaw near the floor,
I realized that someone still stood at the door.
With a wave of his hand and a twinkle in his eye,
The mustachioed man cleaned and bid us goodbye.
And then, in a twinkling, I saw near the tree,
A small, ribboned box addressed to Shane and me.
As I reached out my hand and lifted the gift,
I knew it would take our imaginations adrift.
We slept hardly a wink until morning was nigh,
Then we sprang out of bed to that tree did we fly.
In that little wrapped box lay a new-minted Switch,
Which we set up and started with hardly a hitch.
We played the whole day, and well into the eve;
And our save files that day, I could hardly believe!
As we curled up in bed, we heard out of sight,
“Merry Switchmas to all, and to all a good night!”