'Twas the Knight before Christmas, when all through the board
not a puzzler was stirring, for they still had no orb.
The theories were all posted in the threads with great care,
in hopes that St. CLiFF would soon clear the air.

The hunters were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of amulets danced in their heads.
And Moma in her 'kerchief, and I with my map,
had just closed our Blaine books, for a long winter's nap.

When out of the computer there arose such a chatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the pc, I flew like a flash,
clicked open the monitor, in hopes of some cash.

The moon on the cover of the new-gaming fool,
gave the lustre of midday to objects and clues,
when, what to my wondering eyes should come-out,
but a New puzzle clue, climb 10-find the route.

With a little old Jester, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. CLiFF.
More rapid than Sea Jay's, his nudges they came,
and he E-Mailed and Posted and called them by name:

"Now Tony! Now Jep!
OSmaster and Tron!
On, Becky! On, Greg!
On Su, and Jason!
To the top of the Doc!
To the top of Goldball!
Now solve LouAnn! Solve it Cat!
Solve it Tim all!"

BANISH ALL THOSE, THE SAME AND BETWEEN,
From KNOWS to ONES, to SEALED to the LEAST.
so up to his website the puzzlers they flew,
with a page full of Stonts, and St. CLiFF was there too.

And then, in a rumor, I heard in a chat,
Of david in sunglasses, pictures and that.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
downloading pics of St. CLiFF i had found.

He was dressed very casual, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with dirt, grass and soot.
A couple of magicians he flung on his arm,
and he looked like a master just flashing his charm.

His eyes--where now covered! But in David's we see!
The reflection of Kalush, yes it's only them three!
His droll little smirk was drawn up like a bow,
and his big bald chin was as pale as his nose.
The stumps and the logs and the green of the trees,
The foliage encircled their heads like a wreath.
He had a broad face and some little round shades,
a man of bright sense, like that king of all spades.

In another he was plump, a right jolly fellow,
and I laughed when I saw that the orb was so yellow.
An assurance this puzzle was solvable he said,
soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his clue,
and filled all the boards, with SOOTH and not SOOTHE.
And laying his finger on his mouse i suppose,
and giving a nod, up the thread he had rose.

He swapped to right, from above gave a shriek,
And away he just flew in the knight like a streak.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he surfed out of sight,

"Happy Puzzling to all, and to all a good night!"