Post by Skid-Z on Dec 23, 2008 20:36:35 GMT -5
Hi everyone!
Underneath the links are two Christmas greetings: A short one, and the long poem one:
Horizontal short:
i526.photobucket.com/albums/cc350/CC_Europa/ChristmasSoundwaveShort.png
Vertical full:
s526.photobucket.com/albums/cc350/CC_Europa/?action=view¤t=ChristmasSoundwaveLarge-2.png
Text to the vertical (eyesight friendly):
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the base,
Not a mech was stirring, far in memory trace.
The cubes were set by the bridge with care,
In hopes that St Soundwave soon would be there.
The 'Cons were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of victory danced in their heads.
And Megs in his 'kerchief, and 'Screamer in his cap,
Had just settled their modules for a long winter's nap.
When out on the spacebridge there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to surveillance I flew like a flash,
On lined the cameras and called the disk cache.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to turrets below.
When, what with my wondering optics were met,
But a miniature sleigh, and 8 bots all born a' cassette.
With a mighty blue driver, so calm and suave,
I knew in a moment it must be Soundwave!
More rapid than seekers his courses they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Ravage! now, Frenzy! now, Ratbat and Rumble!
On, Buzzsaw! on, Laserbeak! on, on Slugfest and 'Kill!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the base-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of weapons, and Soundwave too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little 'hoof'.
As I abandoned my post, and was turning around,
Down the 'Bridge St Soundwave came with a bound.
He was waxed in Carnauba, from his head to his foot,
And his armour all tarnished with stardust and soot.
A bundle of Weapons he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His optics-how they twinkled! His playlist how merry!
His facemask like roses, his nose ridge like cherry!
His droll little 'brows raised up like a bow,
And the fake but lush beard was as white as the snow.
The remains of some energon he held tight in subspace,
And its glow encircled his head in the purest of grace.
He had golden accents, and a speaker so fine,
Vibrating as he laughed, sounding just like a chime.
He was bulky and plump, a right jolly 'Con elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his visor, and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the cubes, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his digits aside of his ridge,
And giving a nod, went back up the bridge.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
Happy holidays!
CC
Underneath the links are two Christmas greetings: A short one, and the long poem one:
Horizontal short:
i526.photobucket.com/albums/cc350/CC_Europa/ChristmasSoundwaveShort.png
Vertical full:
s526.photobucket.com/albums/cc350/CC_Europa/?action=view¤t=ChristmasSoundwaveLarge-2.png
Text to the vertical (eyesight friendly):
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the base,
Not a mech was stirring, far in memory trace.
The cubes were set by the bridge with care,
In hopes that St Soundwave soon would be there.
The 'Cons were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of victory danced in their heads.
And Megs in his 'kerchief, and 'Screamer in his cap,
Had just settled their modules for a long winter's nap.
When out on the spacebridge there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to surveillance I flew like a flash,
On lined the cameras and called the disk cache.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to turrets below.
When, what with my wondering optics were met,
But a miniature sleigh, and 8 bots all born a' cassette.
With a mighty blue driver, so calm and suave,
I knew in a moment it must be Soundwave!
More rapid than seekers his courses they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Ravage! now, Frenzy! now, Ratbat and Rumble!
On, Buzzsaw! on, Laserbeak! on, on Slugfest and 'Kill!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the base-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of weapons, and Soundwave too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little 'hoof'.
As I abandoned my post, and was turning around,
Down the 'Bridge St Soundwave came with a bound.
He was waxed in Carnauba, from his head to his foot,
And his armour all tarnished with stardust and soot.
A bundle of Weapons he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His optics-how they twinkled! His playlist how merry!
His facemask like roses, his nose ridge like cherry!
His droll little 'brows raised up like a bow,
And the fake but lush beard was as white as the snow.
The remains of some energon he held tight in subspace,
And its glow encircled his head in the purest of grace.
He had golden accents, and a speaker so fine,
Vibrating as he laughed, sounding just like a chime.
He was bulky and plump, a right jolly 'Con elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his visor, and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the cubes, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his digits aside of his ridge,
And giving a nod, went back up the bridge.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
Happy holidays!
CC
Happy holidays to you too!