An attendance of STR Nicholas

Because Christmastime is a time for the classics, we now present to you the traditional mutilation of a Christmas poem! This lovely bit of text created with Babelfish's English-to-German and German-to-English translation skills has been a holiday favorite since 1999. Enjoy!

' Twas the night before Christmas, when by the house a creature did not agitate itself completely, a mouse do not smooth; The socks were hung by the fire-place with Obacht, in hopes that STR would be Nicholas there soon;

The children nest LED quite comfortably in their beds, while sights of the sugar plums danced into their headings; And mamma in their ' kerchief and I in my protective cap, had agreed upon even down for the hair of a long winter,

When on the lawn such developed out a Geklapper, I rose from the bed, in order to see, what the material was. Away to the Window I flew like lightning, tore opened the shutters up violently and threw up sash.

The moon on the chest of the again-pleased snow gave the gloss of the at noon to the messages down, if, which to my miracles eyes should appear, but a Minisleigh and a small Ren eight,

( With a small old driver thus lively and fast, I knew in one moment, which must be it STR cut. )

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Part of me thinks I should go walk another mile or more, get something more done before the night is over. And part of me thinks that the 2.5 miles I walked today were more than enough, thanks.

Part of me says I need to go to bed now before the migraine gets worse. And part of me says I need to read or play with computer graphics or something, because nobody wants to let a stupid migraine make decisions for them, right?

Part of me thinks I should make up a list of the books I want to check out at the library tomorrow. And part of me says, y'know, maybe it's a better idea to go to the library and see what's on the shelves, especially since I seem to be able to find books which aren't supposed to be in the county libraries anyway.

I don't really mind having arguments with myself, but I do get tired of losing them.