"O Christmas Wii" (or "This Type Of Geekery Would Earn Me A Wedgie In High School")

Once upon a time, there was a young man with dreams aplenty. Dreams of dicing Dekus with a slice of Link's sword. Of plugging Raving Rabbids with pungent plungers. Of... bowling? Surely!

Such reverie seemed too good to come true.

Along came a holiday known as Christmas. A time when presents, food and family are abundant, and retail employees hate their lives. (Jesus also plays a part.)




O Christmas Wii, O Christmas Wii, much pleasure dost thou bring me!





Alas! The box is empty! Woe is me! There is no Wii! What cursed demon would devise such a cruel scheme?




Hark! What's this? A note? Oh blessed be, there is a Wii! My hopes were not betrayed, the gift was simply delayed!




The young man was delighted at his eventual Wii, and the dreams multiplied.

Samus blasting Pirates, Mario in space. Classics from the past awaiting embrace.

Mario Kart's coming would be such a blast. To hear Wario-like wailing when shelled, and then passed.

Your patient is wounded, so stitch him together. A life has been saved. Now, a check of the weather.

Smash Brothers Brawling with playful disdain. (Oh wait, that's right, I don't like that game.)

Interactive fun is what we await. Forget about Red Steel, clashing lightsabres will be great.

For gaming enjoyment, the near future is bright. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!