And then down below stairs there arose such a clatter
Tinker sprang from her bed to see what was the matter
And what to her wondering eyes did appear
But a Catter named Max and the Elf Joe clones so dear...

His eyes how they sparkled, his fingers they flew
As that dear ol' guitar played out Blue Christmas Blues
His tune spoke of servers and shorty and bits,
Between liberal dousings of those Strong Spirit nips
Keeping posts round the world clearly in sight
It's a Mudcatter Christmas-a candle lit in the night