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The following was created in 2017 (and later altered to reflect December 26th) in accordance with the spirit of Wikimas:
'Twas the night before Wikimas, when all through the
Teahouse
Not an
editor was stirring, not even a
mouse.
The
references had been inserted by users
with care,
In hopes that
St. Jimbo
who? soon would be there.
Most editors were nestled all snug by their beds,
While visions of
new articles danced in their heads.
When out from a
keyboard there arose such a clatter
I sprang to my screen to see what was the matter.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a question on
sources and how to
use them well here.
More rapid than eagles these questioners came,
And the
hosts from the
Teahouse welcomed each one
by name.
"Now,
em Dasher! Now,
Images!
Now,
Actrial! Now,
Patrolled!
On,
Users! On,
IPs!
On,
Young and on,
Old!
To the
top of each article, be it long,
short or tall,
Now,
type away,
type away,
type away all!"
This quote needs a citation
As dry words that before an
old dictionary fly,
when they meet with a
synonym, mount to the sky,
citation needed
So, onto these articles the edits they flew,
With a sleigh full of
facts, and
citations, too.
And then in a twinkling, I saw on the page
Our wiki-creator: a man of
great age.
As I checked it on
Commons and was turning around,
Down my router
St. Jimbo came in with a bound.
Over
6 million articles he had flung on his back,
quantify
And he looked like most users with the editing knack.
according to whom?
His eyes – how they twinkled!
slightly square – but how merry!
Too much editing, folks, had turned his nose red like a cherry!
medical citation needed
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
citation needed
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had
nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his
editing,
And filled
bare URLs; did
sourcing and
crediting
And confirming
notability with a tap on his nose,
And pressing '
Publish changes', back up my modem
jargon he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his
team gave a
whistle,
And away they all flew, leaving me to my
epistle.
anachronism
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Editing to all, and to all users a good night!"
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By
Teahouse host,
Nick Moyes
(with
grudging acknowledgement to
Clement C. Moore, 1823.)