Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the thread No-one was posting, not even "He Bred" A new thread was drafted by Auslad with care, Our favourite ozzy knowing we'd all post there The burgers were lurking, they all had unwound, Steiner was lost, the old thread he had found And wess in his mouldcave, and manx on his rock, Had just settled our brains at eleven O'clock. When out from the bongo there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the computer I flew like a flash, Opened the page and scrolled down in a dash Spig had awoken! Spig was awake! His lumbering footsteps, like an Earthquake. Webms he posted, with gooning in mind, Tiktoks of booba's, and mestizo behinds! "Milkers!" he cried, "Milkers!" He spoke, "You anglos know nothing, you're practically woke!" "Fuck off spic", came one lads reply "Your goon sesh has caused your neurons to fry" Enough about nazis, enough about Jews. Let's all relax for a long winter's snooze. And so for Christmas, our difference cast away The lads on /brit/pol, we're all friends for one day