Paris
What is love?
In the realm of threads where words take flight,
This final post bids a fond goodnight.
To the denizens of the Grand Old Team,
A festive verse, a heartfelt dream.
Oh, forummers dear, with wit so keen,
In pixels and prose, a virtual scene.
As the year concludes, my words I weave,
A tapestry of thanks, for moments you leave.
Through the banter and debates, we soar,
On the wings of passion, forevermore.
Pigeons coo in the digital sky,
Symbols of unity, as friendships fly high.
Merry Christmas, Grand Old Team, I say,
In cyberspace, where we laugh and play.
May joy be your gift, wrapped in mirth,
As we welcome the dawn of a new year's birth.
The pixels shimmer with a festive cheer,
Auld Lang Syne whispers, drawing near.
To my fellow forummers, with gratitude clear,
For the joy you've shared, throughout the year.
As this thread concludes, a final adieu,
A toast to you all, both old and new.
May the coming days be filled with delight,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!
This final post bids a fond goodnight.
To the denizens of the Grand Old Team,
A festive verse, a heartfelt dream.
Oh, forummers dear, with wit so keen,
In pixels and prose, a virtual scene.
As the year concludes, my words I weave,
A tapestry of thanks, for moments you leave.
Through the banter and debates, we soar,
On the wings of passion, forevermore.
Pigeons coo in the digital sky,
Symbols of unity, as friendships fly high.
Merry Christmas, Grand Old Team, I say,
In cyberspace, where we laugh and play.
May joy be your gift, wrapped in mirth,
As we welcome the dawn of a new year's birth.
The pixels shimmer with a festive cheer,
Auld Lang Syne whispers, drawing near.
To my fellow forummers, with gratitude clear,
For the joy you've shared, throughout the year.
As this thread concludes, a final adieu,
A toast to you all, both old and new.
May the coming days be filled with delight,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!
