Wikipedia:The Night Before Wikimas
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The following was created in 2017 (and later altered to reflect December 26th) in accordance with the spirit of Wikimas:
T'was The Night Before Wikimas
'Twas the night before Wikimas, when all through the
Teahouse
Not an
editor was stirring, not even a mouse
.The
with care
,In hopes that St. Jimbo[who?] soon would be there.
Most editors were nestled all snug by their beds,
While visions of
new articles
danced in their heads.When out from a keyboard there arose such a clatter
I sprang to my screen to see what was the matter.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a question on
use them well
here.More rapid than eagles these questioners came,
And the
Teahouse welcomed each one by name.
"Now,
Images
!Now,
Patrolled
!On,
IPs
!On,
Young and on, Old
!To the
short
or tall,Now, type away, type away, type away all!"[This quote needs a citation]
As dry words that before an old dictionary fly,
when they meet with a
synonym, mount to the sky,[citation needed
]So, onto these articles the edits they flew,
With a sleigh full of
citations
, too.And then in a twinkling, I saw on the page
Our wiki-creator: a man of great age.
As I checked it on Commons and was turning around,
Down my router St. Jimbo came in with a bound.
Over
6 million articles he had flung on his back,[quantify
]And he looked like most users with the editing knack.[according to whom?]
His eyes – how they twinkled! slightly square – but how merry!
Too much editing, folks, had turned his nose red like a cherry![medical citation needed
]His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.[citation needed]
A wink of his eye 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
editing
,And filled
crediting
And confirming
notability
with a tap on his nose,And pressing 'Publish changes', back up my modem[jargon] he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his
whistle
,And away they all flew, leaving me to my
epistle.[anachronism
]But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Editing to all, and to all users a good night!"[This quote needs a citation]
By
Teahouse host, Nick Moyes
(with
grudging acknowledgement to Clement C. Moore
, 1823.)