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spidey · 12-21-2024, 03:29 PM

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the league.
Not a creature was stirring up shit, not even Seany.
The hockey equipment was hung in hopes to air out.
But the smell in the locker room left quite a doubt.

The players were nestled all snug in their beds.
With visions of Championship runs dancing in their heads.
And Jess in her kerchief and Finn in his cap.
Had just turned off notifications on discord to get a nap.

When on the main server there arose such a clatter.
Finn jumped from his bed to see what was the matter.
He turned on windows, it came to life with a ping.
The screen lit up and he loaded the search engine, bing.

The web page turned white as it tried to think.
Bing flickered and fought as Finn’s eyes blinked.
Finn typed in the engine The Simulation Hockey League with hope.
As dread filled his thoughts of what’s next and how to cope.

It operated slowly, Finn wishing he had chosen google.
Bing operated as Mog from Final Fantasy you know a moogle.
The site finally loaded to what his eyes should appear.
Scud, the only one on the server and it seemed like he had a few beers.

The little old user, had sent Finn a personal message
“I have something to say to the league, I promise it won’t be a wreckage.”
More rapid than eagles Finn’s fingers did came.
He typed back and cursed and called him by Name.

Now Scud! Please Scud, there is no need for a fuss.
Can’t we let sleep dogs lie, come on its Christmas.
To the top of the screen, Finn waited for a reply.
But as time ticked on the clock he began to wonder why.

As dry leaves that before a hurricane fly.
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
Finn turned on discord and sent a message to Head Office
“It’s Scud I don’t know what it is, lets be cautious.”

And then in a twinkling, he heard from each member.
“What, right now? It’s the end of December!”
As Finn drew in his head and was turning around.
A message from Frenchie came with a bound.

Frenchie said Scud messaged earlier and was quite upset,
There was something he was needing off his chest.
A bundle of complaints, he had flung in the past.
The head office knew his history and would likely have to operate fast.

His comments, how they twist, his words were not always merry.
Scud's use of the English language had made the HO faces red like cherry.
Finn’s droll little mough drawn up like a bow.
Scud had cause many of his hairs to turn as white as the snow.

He tossed around the idea dull his worries with a drink.
But he though it best to keep his wits about to think.
He stared at this screen waiting for a response when staring back was his own image.
He wondered what could cause someone to go to war or at least a virtual skirmmage.

Just then a message came onto the sites screen from Scud.
“Don’t worry, I promise this won’t be a Dud!”
He had written back, unsure if this was good or bad.
Finn braced for a wave that was sure to come, he felt a little sad.

A new message appeared on the site’s Announcement section.
It was titled “From Scudd, To the site, with a little reflection.”
Finn was worried, he was scared, what could this be.
He refreshed his screen, and the last user to respond was ThisSeemsFishy.

He refreshed time and again not clicking on the link.
Each time a new name had something to think.
Luke, McZehrl, Slicer, Nike, Ace and Toast.
Kale Salad, Naomi, HFFO, Cake and Zombiewolf.

The names grew each time he refreshed.
He worried this was something he at last been best.
With nothing left to do, but see what had been said.
Finn dragged his mouse, clicked on the link and this is what it read.

“To all of the league, that I truly do love.
I extend out to you the olive branch carried by a dove.
I wish you peace, happiness and joy.
As you spend time at home with family I employ.”

The responses were filled with love and care
The spirit of the holiday was in full flair.
And much to Finn’s excitement he once again received a direct message.
It was from Scud, who had one last presage.

Finn opened it and with delight he grew a huge smile.
The message so simple but the thought could go on for a mile.
The last thing Scud sent to Finn he had to exclaim before going off line and out of sight.
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”