A little blender Christmas poem.

Hello everybody, and merry Christmas,
As a little Christmas present for the blender community, I decided to make a blender releated parody of the famous poem Twas the Night Before Christmas. I didn’t have a lot of time to make it(as you can tell at some parts), but I like it :wink: , so, here goes:

Twas the Night of the Blender: by ctdabomb

'Twas the night of the Blender, and all through the office,
Not a node was a render, not even a GPU;
they were supposed to be cranking out frames left and right,
In hopes that the rendering would soon be done;
The animators were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of durians and peaches danc’d in their heads,

Ma was in bed and I just got in too,
I Had just shut down the computer the first time in weeks
When out on the renderfarm there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my desktop to see what was the matter.
I booted up my computer quick as a flash,
typed in my password, waited for it to load
My blender logo background shone in the night
beautiful colors of orange, blue, and white
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a notice that the renderfarm had crashed,
all because of a little old driver, so slow and so small,
I knew in a moment that we would not be done in time for premier.
More rapid than eagles my curser it spun
my little old macbook whistled, and steamed,
I shouted “Oh No!” and started to scream
when from out of the forest next door,
came a large creature wrapped in a cloud of butterflies,
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
they parted left the thing come out alone
it was a bunny large and all white,
with a leap and a bound, he jumped up in the sky,
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
a thud and a crack from his large body.
As I shook my head in disbelief, and was turning around,
Down the chimney BBB came with a butterfly:
He was covered all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And what used to be white was covered in soot
A bundle of tools was flung on his back,
And he look’d like a technician 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 hair of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face, and a big round belly
That shook when he laugh’d, like a bowl full of jelly:
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old bunny,
And I laugh’d 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 not a word, but went straight to his work,
And fixed all the computers; then turn’d with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprung to his sleigh, to his butterfly gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight —
Happy 2.65 to all, but P.S. i still use 2.49

:ba: Merry Christmas!:RocknRoll:

Very creative!!

Merry Christmas for all!