was hoping he would leave it open for a while too so I could write my story, but alas, it was closed. here's all I got
twas the night before clackvent when all through the house
everyone was refreshing, madly like a louse
the story was written in notepad with care
in hopes that clack would soon show us his share
the children were nestled all snug in their beds
with visions of ogreskulls dancing in their heads
and mama in her blanket, but I in my chair,
had settled down for a long night of refreshing the thread fair