"It was the night before Winter-een-mas, in one darkened arcade, From the back came the glow, of a game being played; The power-ups were mighty, the top score was near, the gamer grinned wide, for Winter-een-mas was here. As gamers ‘round the world waited with anticipation, Huddled in groups by their favorite game station; The lone arcade gamer, with eyes lit up bright, Beat the high score, at the stroke of midnight. Then from the other machines, there arose such a noise, The gamer startled...