'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the interweb not a creature was stirring, not even an otter. The camera bags were hung by the umbrellas with care, in hopes that St. Greg soon would be there. The Utatans were nestled all snug in their homesteads, while visions of cake danced in their heads. And Jamelah in her 'kerchief, and HAL in his Cloud, had just scurried home far from the madding crowd.. When out the front door arose such a natter, For I knocked on the forum's entrance all a flutter. Away to the computer I flew like a flash, typed rather feverishly, before it could crash. The moon arising in the east without any snow reminded me that our Thursday Walk was no go, I had forgotten to post, the instructions herewith, so bear with me as I beg your forgiveth. With no further talk, I trust you did your walk. With camera in hand, you took many a frame, and are prepared to upload and tag the same: "Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!" As befits a post-modern interpretation, our poem just took a brief incursion. so don't forget the machine tag: utata:project=tw505 And because 'tis the season For no other reason, While keying this missive I swear by all that's right. I heard some jolly chap exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"