In this thread, we solve a mystery

[Token]

Originally Posted by Dracorion

Twas the night before Wednesday, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The windows in the kitchen were unlocked with care,
In hopes that Smarty McBarrelpants soon would be there.

Token was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of bushy brown beards danced in his head.
And Marker in his nightie, and Baum in his cap,
Had just settled their "heads" for a long night's nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Token sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of summer's night grass
Gave the lustre of mid-day to a giant ass.
When, what to Token's wondering eyes should appear,
But a small beared man, and a six-pack of beer.

That a little old fart, all drenched and sticky,
He knew in a moment it must be squicky ol' Smarty.
More rapid than eagles his curses they came,
And he slurred, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now screw me, and Blow me, and Suck me fuck me!
On a horse, a boat, Nonsie's house and CJ, that banshee!
I've gone and spilled beer on myself! Now I'm pissed to all hell!
Still I must ring away! Ring away! Ring away the doorbell!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
Smarty McBarrelpants staggered in his high.
So stumbling to the front door he flew,
With the six-pack of beer, and one in his hand too.

And then, with a chime, Token heard from the door
The prancing and pawing of drunken old whore.
As he opened the door, his heart beating fast,
There was his beloved Smarty, looking all downcast.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all drenched with alcohol and puke.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his spectacles how merry!
His beard was like bushes, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up in a scowl,
And the beard of his chin was brown and foul!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And Token laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave Token to know they were heading to bed.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And emptied Token's stocking, then turned with a jerk.
He lay his finger aside of his crack,
And giving a nod, Token rose up his back!

Smarty sprang to his feet, his job done,
And away he flew, as he smelt bourbon.
But Token heard him exclaim, 'ere he soared out of sight,
"Happy Fuckings to Token, and to Token good-night!"

what