'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
the only machine not stirring is the Kiss Pin, cause of Gary Stern, that louse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes more pinball goodies
would soon be there. But the Kiss pin would not even get a stare.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Kiss code danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down after discussing no more NIB
Stern purchases after the Kiss code collapse.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the game room I staggered, buzzed from
eggnog and incomplete Kiss code banter.
"Now, Creature now, Medieval! now, Centaur and Eight Ball!
On, AFM! on Tron! on, Monster Bash and Black Knight! Quickly all
machines turned on, without a glare, for the reason invisiglass
prices were fair! I looked to the left and then to the right. As I expected,
no Kiss code was in sight. But the Kiss pin, covered with dust and hand marks
gave me a fright!
I heard some chatter of a Kiss Code today. Merry Kissmass they said in hopes
of a release. I turned on the Kiss pin, which hasn't been touched. A box of shiny lights is
what appeared. So bright and shiny as if it was New Years. The version installed hasn't been
changed, I'm hopeful by tomorrow Stern can arrange.
So Gary, Gomez, Lyman and Lonnie... Make a Merry Christmas to all, please don't prevent Kissmass from coming!
Happy Holidays to all my fellow pinheads!