Have a Merry!
Well, here it is, after 4PM on Christmas Eve. I'm about to head out and do family things so that means, it's time...
For a over decade now, I've posted this poem on the internet on Christmas Eve. Were the poem all fresh and new, I'd change the pairings but it's traditional now -- kind of like that cracked and faded ornament you bought the first Christmas you lived on your own when everything was possible albeit a little scary and even though it doesn't go with anything else you'll never get rid of it.
We haven't been hanging out on lj as much as we did once. Some of us have found new fandoms, some of us have moved to twitter and facebook, and some of us have just moved on. That said, lj and the fandoms we shared on it were responsible for some amazing friendships and one heck of a lot of time pleasently wasted and even when it doesn't go with anything else, I'll never get rid of it. Or you. You're stuck with me.
No matter what festival you celebrate -- or celebrated -- at this time of the year, I hope you get to eat the foods you love, hug the people you love, and have a Merry! There's never enough merry in the world.
::hugs you all::
Teand
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
T'was the night before Christmas and all cross the web
Characters slipped into each other's bed
'Cause the shippers were sleeping and dreaming het dreams,
But the slashers were writing -- too much chocolate, caffiene.
And though they weren't networked, and each wrote alone
A miracle happened as they tried to atone
For a year's worth of torment, of torture, of pain
For the angst that kept happening again and again.
For on this one night, the most blessed of the year
The whole gang could have sex with nothing to fear;
No jail time, no aliens, no weapons, no clones,
No misunderstandings, no one home alone.
They came from each fandom in twos and in threes,
They murmured their thanks as they fell to their knees.
(Well, one of them fell -- at least one at a time --
and we really don't need further details in rhyme.)
Up Mulder, up Krycek, up Daniel, up Jack,
Up Tom and Chakotay; the boys hold nothing back!
On Clark and Lex Luthor, on Josh and on Sam,
On Dylan and Harper; why not do it again.
Look there's Janeway and Seven, Samantha and Janet,
Also Bekka and Trance(though she's not from this planet).
And in every story the sex is incredible,
The manacles fur-lined, the lube really edible.
The guys all recharge like it's May not December.
The ladies are happy that they were remembered.
And at the end of each tale these words did appear
"Merry Christmas to all, OH GOD! HARDER! YES, THERE!"