'Twas some period of time before VIPmas, when all through the board
Not a AA was stirring, not even Morara;
The tablecats were placed on their tables with care,
In hopes that Daddycool soon would be there;
The VIPPERs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of 2GETs danced in their heads;
And mommycool in her bonnet, and doggycool in his pose,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap (because it's winter),
When out on the front page, there arose such a clamour,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to my browser I clicked like a flash,
Tore open the tanasinn chamber and threw up the tanasinn.
The moon on the breast of the loli to isshou
Gave the lustre of VIPcoins to the objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny bu-ns,
With a stYliSH yOuNg dRiVrE, so sharp looking and slick,
I knew in a moment it must be Daddycool.
More rapid than eurobeat his bu-ns they came,
And he asked for payment, and pleaded, and called them by name,
"pAyMe, bU-N 1 ;) pAyMe, bU-N 2 ;) pAyMe, bU-N 3 ;)
pAyMe, bU-N 4 ;) pAyMe, bU-N 5 ;) pAyMe, bU-N 6 ;)
pAyMe, bU-N 7 ;) pAyMe, bU-N 8 ;)
tO teH tOp of thePaEG ;) to Teh tPo of ThE waLl ;)
NoW paY aWaY ;) paYawaY ;) payAwaY all ;)"
As dry kimchi that before the wild vipsaurus fly,
When they meet with a Nida, demand apolojuice to the sky,
So up to the page-top the bu-ns they flew,
With a sleigh full of bills, and Daddycool too.
And then, in a twinkling, I saw on the page
The excitement and entertainment of each little bu-n arm.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the thread Daddycool came with a bound.
He was dressed all in a suit, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all stylin with gleam and sparkles;
A bundle of bills he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a Mona just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow.
And the complexion of his face was as white as the snow;
The stump of a cigar he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head with much VIP;
He had a broad face and a slim tall body,
That stood stoic, when he playfully asked for some payment.
He was tall and slender, a right slick old daddy,
And I felt obliged to pay him when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke just one phrase, "payme eNouGH ;)" but went straight to his work,
Giving me access to SAoVQ; then turned with a jerk,
And with a grand smile,
Up the tubes he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his bu-ns gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I said as he left "I haven't payed you yet!"
And he turned around and this is what he said
"donT woRrY abOuT iT ;) jusT rEmEmBer theRe'S intEeresT ;)"