Twas the Night Before Christmas,
and all snug in their houses,
Knife Knutts are dreaming
of new knives from their Spouses.
The spouses & children all snuggled in bed,
We went to Bladeforums and dreamt as we read.
What blade or what steel, our opinions we post, Then we thank Mike and Spark, our two gracious hosts.
Santa VG sits armed, devastating Micra in hand, to defend Santas Helpers,
Fairest babes in the Land.
Alisha and Allison, products of VG's genes,
Are truly a Miracle, or so it would seem.
Totally Judy sits somber, no new blade for her guy, We got her confused and shes ready to cry. So special is she to go so far out of her way, to try to make this guys Christmas such a wonderful day.
Comrade Chang sits there too, deep thought it would seem, of the Ruger 10/22, the gun of his dream.
Darrel Ralph and Normark will read this post too, to get our opinions and make our toys too. Our respect they have earned, and They We admire, For they know it is We, who truly inspire.
My stocking Ive hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that Fallkniven soon will be there.
Out on the lawn, there arises a clatter,
I sprang from my puter to see what was the matter. No Santa in sight, Starchasers keyring had caused all the chatter.
Away to the window, I had flown like a flash,
Dropped my Calypso, and caused quite a gash.
As I tire and get weary, I scratch my head,
I see knife content is lacking, and its Paracelsus I dread, Who will read this message too, and lock up this thread.
So over my shoulder I see the Babe of my boasting, sits patiently waiting for me to finish posting. So as I retire, and put the keyboard away, This Thought I will leave, Peace to you on this Day.
Merry Christmas!!
and all snug in their houses,
Knife Knutts are dreaming
of new knives from their Spouses.
The spouses & children all snuggled in bed,
We went to Bladeforums and dreamt as we read.
What blade or what steel, our opinions we post, Then we thank Mike and Spark, our two gracious hosts.
Santa VG sits armed, devastating Micra in hand, to defend Santas Helpers,
Fairest babes in the Land.
Alisha and Allison, products of VG's genes,
Are truly a Miracle, or so it would seem.
Totally Judy sits somber, no new blade for her guy, We got her confused and shes ready to cry. So special is she to go so far out of her way, to try to make this guys Christmas such a wonderful day.
Comrade Chang sits there too, deep thought it would seem, of the Ruger 10/22, the gun of his dream.
Darrel Ralph and Normark will read this post too, to get our opinions and make our toys too. Our respect they have earned, and They We admire, For they know it is We, who truly inspire.
My stocking Ive hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that Fallkniven soon will be there.
Out on the lawn, there arises a clatter,
I sprang from my puter to see what was the matter. No Santa in sight, Starchasers keyring had caused all the chatter.
Away to the window, I had flown like a flash,
Dropped my Calypso, and caused quite a gash.
As I tire and get weary, I scratch my head,
I see knife content is lacking, and its Paracelsus I dread, Who will read this message too, and lock up this thread.
So over my shoulder I see the Babe of my boasting, sits patiently waiting for me to finish posting. So as I retire, and put the keyboard away, This Thought I will leave, Peace to you on this Day.
Merry Christmas!!
