Twas the night before Christmas, when all through fanpop
Not a creature was stirring, not even Ajox.
The buttless chaps were hung 由 the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The fanpopettes were nestled all snug in their spots,
While they had visions of sugar-plums likely caused 由 pot.
And the F4 in their ‘kerchiefs, and fapoppers feeling smarty,
Had just revved up their brains for a long winter’s party.
When out in the 潮流粉丝俱乐部 Users spot there arose such a clatter,
Papa sprang from the 床, 床上 to see what was the matter.
Away to the servers he flew like a hound,
Finding hundreds...
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