Weblogger south, Weblogger north! Come hear my tale of Christmas glee... Which this year shall be much in rhyme (I'm sorry and please bear with me...)
A mount so high it touches space; Within: a massive darkened cave, Wherein a sharp and pointy race Of tiny elves has been enslaved...
And in the centre, Mrs Claus - A tower of computer might (And built for no apparent cause) Stands passive in the candlelight.
Beside her there's a silhouette A disconnected robot form Who waits each year for holidays The chance to serve and be reborn.
But then, what's this? The Yule alarm!? A klaxxon sounds throughout the lair And with a twitch, the robot's arm Thrusts holly fistfuls in the air!
He stands, a monster, next the flames That every year before hath burned. And lo! His robot voice proclaims That SECRET SANTA HAS RETURNED!