 So, the ballad of Santa Troy. Twas the night before Christmas and all through the sight, everyone was busy typing up skips well except bright. Pixel and Moose fought to keep peace in the chat, for the Christmas trolls had awoken, poor ones at that. Kalanen was writhing though snuggled in bed, for fears of awful skips were dancing through his head. Drew Bear sharpened his paws and Zin fluttered who wings, preparing for the newbies, among other such things. When out from the wiki there arose such a clatter, and Cactus yelled, Buy my spines, what on earth is the matter? To the forums they flew, rejecting Gaphne in a flash, to see to their horror SCP-231 musings like a rash. The questions of Dedic's sponge briefly fluttered on the page, for an eternity these would come, but must never be allowed to age, when suddenly there came to the mods the Ligard eyes, a man in an ornate sled that made them cry, with joy, of course. To the English professor, Cladden read, that would soon get him laid. I don't know what his shoes looked like, I'll assume they were suede. His writing was indistinguishable. Indistinguishable. It was indistinguishable. His writing was indistinguishable. His writing was indistinguishable. It was dope as hell. They knew immediately his identity. It could only be Troy L. Santa Troy, the staff all called with glee, What have you brought us? Unfinished Business 3? Santa Troy stood there proudly, majestically sporting his beards, from his sad king fresh articles that quickly dissuaded our fears. On cleft, on swords, on swordless old gates, I got you these articles. Now read them in rate. On Eric, on Weizong, on Ancestor, and Crane. Prepare your eyeballs, cause I'm makin' it rain! On Esco, on Vyvax, and the rest of them too. I gave you the articles. Now you know what to do. We were all in awe. We all were in awe. We all were in awe of Santa Troy's swag. He got back in his sled and shut up his bag. Troy L. grabbed his pen and refilled it with ink, and then he was gone before we couldn't blink. Everyone sighed sadly for Santa was gone, but then we heard a voice from the great beyond. All right, you lazy fucks. It's time to write. Merry skittness to all, and to all a good night. Santa Troy, ballad of Santa Troy. Ah, yeah. Santa Troy. Staff members involved. It was an out-of-universe Christmas story. That was really cool.