Twas the night before Christmas, and all through this great site Not a member was posting, except those who regularly argue and fight The postings were neat, as they always appear In hopes that our dear Paul Wilders, might even show up here The Mods were nestled all snug in their beds While visions of being named Admin, all danced in their heads While out in the forums there rose such a clatter Ronjor sprang from his bed to see what was the matter. Away to the forums, he logged in so fast, Read each new posting, from the first to the last The posts all apeared as one would first think so Until he spotted one buried deep far below When, what to his wondering eyes should appear, But more posts of AV tests, that all hated and feared He was joined by his fellow Admin, so lively and quick, We knew in a moment, it must be led by St. Nick. More rapid than eagles, LowWaterMark came, And he bellowed, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, Peter! now, Bubba! now, Blackspears and Blue! Get back to your moderating, or whatever it is you do Check each thread carefully, so none break the law Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" I heard LWM exclaim, as he logged out for the night, "Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good-night."