HI!

a merry winter-een-mas to all! ^^. for those of you who have no idea wat i am talkin abt [which is probably all of u aside from one or two guys.], winter-een-mas is a holiday abt video games and gamers who play them, and is usually celebrated durin the last 2 weeks of january. for more information abt winter-een-mas, u can check out its webby at http://www.wintereenmas.com or head over here to check out the creator of winter-een-mas.

here is a short poem abt winter-een-mas. the creator of ctrl-alt-del , Tim Buckley wrote this down in 2004, one year aft creating the holiday. u can say it the same way u sing 'A Christmas Story.' enjoy!

[watever im abt ti write all belongs to Tim Buckley. if he ever reads this, just tell mi if im breaking any laws, id gladly remove it. but im just promoting the holiday. sorry mr Buckley~]

A Winter-een-mas Story

Twas the night before Winter-een-mas, in one darkened arcade,
From the back came the glow, of a game being played;
The power-ups were mighty, the top score was near,
The gamer grinned wide, for Winter-een-mas was near.

As gamers 'round the world waited with anticipation,
Huddles in groups by their favourite game station;
The lone arcade gamer, with eyes lit up bright,
Beat the high score, at the stroke of midnight.

Then from the other machines, there arose such a noise,
The gamer startled and spun, clutching his coins;
As the dark arcade lit up, the gamer swallowed his fear,
And watched as the spirits of Winter-een-mas began to appear.

Surrounded by light, they hovered in mid-air,
Such breathtakin beauty, he could not help but stare;
He knew them of course, all gamers did,
And one by one, recognition set in.

The spirit of action and adventure, the platformer great
A hero by name, and an alpha by fate;
With a whip or a gun, or whatever may be,
Nothing stands in his way, with a princess in need.

Along side him he saw, a rather peculiar lad
Quiet by nature, with a desire to frag;
First person shooters are his field, his sole expertise,
And no one is better, at bringing noobs to their knees.

And he couldn't mistake, with his many bruises and scrapes
The one who beats his opponents into interesting shapes;
It's the spirit of fighting games, and that's the reason he drools,
Too many blows to the head, and kicks to the jewels.

Be it a surprise zergling rush, or skilled micro-management,
Through the fog of war, he saw the spirit that could handle it;
Empires has risen and had fallen, under his sole command,
There was just no disguising the real-time strategy fan.

There was the spirit of the racing genre, looking ready to start,
With his goggles and racing gloves, and speed in his heart;
In a plane, or a boat, or just a fast automobile,
He's always at home when behind some sort of wheel.

And as everyone does, when the vixen of roleplay he saw,
The arcade gamer had to kneel down, to pick up his jaw;
With her mana and hit points, and ten-sided die,
Many fall under her RPG spell, and never know why.

And last but not least, the patron of sports games,
Ailed by an old football injury, or that's what he claims;
Yard by yard, and inning by inning, year after year,
They say he loves winning... almost as much as beer.

They spoke not a word, but went straight to their labors,
Moving quickly and quietly, without waking the neighbors
They spread Winter-een-mas joy, and when they were done,
These spirits flew off, for seven days of fun.

They took to the sky, with a whole world to travel,
And gaming spirit to celebrate, to reach the last level;
But as they departed, the lone gamer heard them exclaim...

" Happy Winter-een-mas to all, and to all a good game!"

thats it for this entry. so remember guys, lets play and have fun, and lets not make it a competition..

Happy Winter-een-mas everyone.

kthxbye~

[im a free thinker... i only celebrate my bday, new years, my frenz bdays[ if i remember] and winter-een-mas. which is why its important to me.]