Vinyl*Pop

'Twas the night before The Update, when all through the flat, Not a creep was stirring, not even a rat; The posters were hung by the sinner with care, In hopes that St. Yoshi soon would be there; The chudlings were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of Shiv nerfs danced in their heads; When out at Valve HQ, there was a clatter, And posted on Twitter was a big pizza platter; Away to my desktop I flew like a flash, And boot up my PC to download the patch; When what to my wondering eyes did appear, my launch was hit with "error: wait another year"; I wander into the Atrium and look with amaze, As I peer out the window to spot a green sleigh; With a green dino, so small and so free, I knew in a moment he must be St. Yoshi; More rapid than gooners, his developers came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: "Now, IceFrog! now, Hopoo! now Santos and Zorin! On, Steve! on, Bradley! on, Dunn and Maren!"; So up to the housetop the devlopers they flew with the sleigh, full of new characters, and St. Yoshi too; And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, The prancing and dancing of each of Silver's hooves; Down the chimney St. Yoshi shouts "Ho Ho!" equipped with a feather to tickle my nose.; A bundle of reskins he had flung on his back, And he looked like a modder had just uploaded a pack; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the patchnotes and left with a smirk; And laying both his paws aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave them a holler, And locked them back in their chains and collars; But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight— “Happy Patch Day to all, and to all a good night!”