Some devices were stirring, and there was no joy mouse.
Old screens were placed with great caution on their posts,
With hope, what will be their place, there.
The kids were taken into their beds in the snig,
With the view of Rainbow Road in their heads.
Mama with rounds, and I with a red hat,
Baby was near the beginning of the seventh lap of the park,
When the lawn goes out on the lawn, such a breeze arises,
I stopped my game to see what the matter was.
Flash away from the window flew like a flash,
Open the curtains waiting for my stash.
The moon on the breast of this fresh asphalt lot,
A sparkle of pixels and hdr hot,
When my amazing eyes should appear,
But the new gaming gear delivery driver,
A little older driver, so sprinkle her and very smart,
I knew in a moment – this must be a St. Switch!
Faster than promoting mushrooms, he came,
And he whistled, and screamed, and called them:
“Now, Yoshi! Now, Kirby! Now, DK, now Samos!
On, Baasar! On the song, on the weird pitcher of color!
Homes and apartments, at shops in the mall!
Dash away now! Dash away! Pre -order for all! “
Like the blowing shells on shells, when the carts take the air in the air,
They pass through the porch light with a filler from the filler,
Like a baby named Icaris or Hermes, they flew,
With the parcel of switch 2 – and pro controllers too!
And then, in blinking the eyelid, I heard on the roof,
The sound of happiness, the sound of magnetic turmoil.
When I was pulling in my head and turning,
Under the fireplace he came with a bind!
He was dressed like plumber, from head to Monday,
“Launch Day is tomorrow-woo! Come on a go!”
She was in her pack with the bundle of Mario Cart,
He looked like a stack -taking scale.
His eyes – how do they shine! His smile was very happy!
Her cheeks shine from her nose – bright like berries!
Were tight, tight with her overall pride and joy,
And his face shines blue in the non -Elide Light.
A USB camera was clipped on its belt,
The game chatting with these friends looked.
It had a wide face and a mean coder’s stomach,
When he laughed, like a red chow jelly, shook like a jelly.
It also had some kind of funny green elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, despite myself.
With the blink of his eye and throw his hat,
His hat dropped the console in my lap there.
He didn’t speak a word, and went straight to his work,
And all shelves filled with unpaid sports (don’t ask);
He established the camera, and harmonized every Joey,
Install the left Fast Fusion and then Poof! He was gone.
He reached his feet, giving his staff a sharp whistle,
And away, they all flew like a blue shell missile.
But I heard him away from surprise.
“Happy switches for everyone, and for a good night! Wow!”
