'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the lab, not a creature was stirring, not even Scaz.
Some students were nestled, secure in their hacking. Somewhat inconsistent, I know, my poem's meaning is lacking.
But wait, what's this? who could it be? On Polina, on Greg, on Neil to G.S.B. And as these non-Christians of the lab basked in their glory, they thought to themselves ``we celebrated ours two weeks early.''
G.S.B. today at 5:30 7ai. All denominations welcome, but we may have difficulty changing more than a twenty. Happy Holidays everyone!
Neil
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