It was the night before Christmas and all through GFY...

everyone hugged each other...

and got along fine...

Headless was dead
one shot through his head

edit: fear my inability to come up with anything remotely intelligent.

peeps were still posting instead of getting pissed?

"Hey ma, look at me! I'm an internet tough guy!"

Then Blitzen humped Rudolf, and Santa got busted with SexEducation for CP.

The End

Not a creature was stirring, not even the FLY!
The stockings were hung by the threads with care
With hopes that Saint Headless would find something to wear

The webmasters were nestled all tight in their beds
While visions of nubile nymphs with sextoys danced in their heads
Erotic fantasies that cannot be described quite right
While the affiliates were still shaving all though the night

When out on the main page, there arose such a clatter
Why a distributed denial of service attack was the matter!
So Lensman contacted his ISP in a flash
And routed away the packets, before it could crash.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below
when, what to my wondering eyes should see.
None other than the Boneprone Family!

...the possibilities are endless...and I didn't even substitute St. Dick for St. Nick. I can see it now...

They shouted out, "Boneprone 4 Life!" with glee and more
And quite tipsy, finally got out of his Lincoln Navigator.

...and I'm done for now...

That was great!

nice post testuser

Headless I found you a mate!