Twas the night before Christmas, when all through fanpop
Not a creature was stirring, not even Ajox.
The buttless chaps were hung द्वारा the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The fanpopettes were nestled all snug in their spots,
While they had visions of sugar-plums likely caused द्वारा pot.
And the F4 in their ‘kerchiefs, and fapoppers feeling smarty,
Had just revved up their brains for a long winter’s party.
When out in the फैन्पॉप Users spot there arose such a clatter,
Papa sprang from the बिस्तर to see what was the matter.
Away to the servers he flew like a hound,
Finding hundreds...
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