Twas the night before Malmass, when all through thehouse
Not a creature was stirring, not even a rat.
All ingresses were blocked with wood and rags,
In hopes that HAMELIN THE PLAGUED and his minions could not enter there.
The forumites were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of ERRATA-plums danced in their heads.
And Nerd and Ratty in their ‘kerchiefs, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Forumites sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.
Away to the RULES FORUM they flew like a flash,
Tore open the topic and threw back the sash.
There, the ERRATA on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of playability to the post below...
(...stay tuned, it's coming...)