Hello all, I wish you all a wonderful break. I have recently dug out an old poem I heard as a child, that I would like to share with you all.

HOW THE REZ STOLE CIRIMAS

By Dr. Crunch

Every Ciri

Down in Ciri-ville

Liked Cirimas a lot…

But the REZ,

Who lived just south of Ciri-ville,

Did NOT!

The REZ hated Ciribots!

The whole Cirimas season!

Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.

It could be that his cape wasn't screwed on quite right.

It could be, perhaps, that his cloak was to tight.

But I think that the most likely reason of all

May have been that his cloak was two sizes too small.

But,

Whatever the reason,

His cloak or nots,

He stood there on Cirimas Eve, hating the Bots,

Staring down from his castle with a sour, Rez-like frown

At the snow carved Ciribots below in their town.

For he knew every Ciri down in Ciri-ville below

Was busy now, getting lost in the snow.

"And they're not wearing cloaks!" he snarled with a sneer.

"Tomorrow is Cirimas! It's practically here!"

Then he growled, with his hidden fingers nervously drumming,

"I MUST find a way to keep Cirimas from coming!"

For, tomorrow, he knew…

…All the Ciri girls and boys

Would boot up bright and early. They'd rush for their toys!

And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!

That's one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!

Then the Ciribots, new and old, would sit down to a eating.

In place of what should be, a REZ held meeting

They would start on Ciri-pudding, and rare Ciri-roast-beast

Which was something the REZ couldn't stand in the least!

They'd hold hands, all of the folks,

While still not wearing cloaks!

They'd sing Ciri-Carols, and gather in song,

Something the REZ found so terribly wrong,

REZ had to act quick, the night was near,

He knew he had to negate all this Cirimas cheer,

He took all their presents, and set them ablaze,

And their houses he started to raze,

And just then, maybe because of the warmth of the fire,

REZ saw behind their lack of attire,

His complaints suddenly became very quiet,

Possibly because of his new slimfast diet,

He called to the Ciribots, "Hark, I see past your flaws!"

"Your ugliness, uselessness, and non-sensical laws!"

"Your stupidness, simpleness, and lack of cloaks!"

"You really aren't such terrible folks!"

And all the Ciribots, crawled out of their homes,

Their red-eared, blue, spherical domes,

And stared at the REZ, and at the fire,

The REZ realized his situation was dire,

He ran through the streets, dodging their blocks

But suddenly stopped, "The elder talks!"

The Ciris said, looking at the aged bot,

Who lived four-hundred and twenty-two years, on the dot,

The elder said, "Let this REZ be free"

"But not without a certain fee"

"Anything!" said the REZ, seeing his wrongs,

"I should have never interrupted your songs!"

"Though they were horrible, off-beat, and lame"

"Your lack of talent was not your blame!"

"Enough" said the Elder, "We are generous folks"

"We will let you go free, just supply us with cloaks!"