Super Sock Scarefest 2008

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“‘Tis some Sock,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door
Only this, and nothing more.”