Twas the night before Christmas, when all through my player owned house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a clockwork mouse.
Our Torva Boots were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Shanty Claws soon would be there.
The noobs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of party hats danced in their heads.
And the Jmods in Santa hats, and I in my gear,
Had just settled with brews, awaiting the new year.
When way out in Lumbridge there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the bank I flew like a flash,
Tore open my runepouch, teleporting in a flash.
The moon all ashine on the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a giant cracker, and Snowverlord near.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment I'd be seeing Saint Nick.
More rapid than eagles the players they came,
And Santa Clause whistled, and shouted, and called him bad names!
"Now Slushy! now, Krampus! now, Prankster and Failure!
Come Melt! Come die! Lets dance, you and I"
To the top of the Crater! And on down the wall!
Now melted away! Melted away! Congratulations to all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up in the air, like coursers they flew,
the snowflakes of snowverload, and festive tickets too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the air,
The huzzahs and yaying, of all who could care,
As I drew out my sack, and picked out a gift
out players bound, to exit the rift.
They were dressed all in fur, from head to his foot,
And all clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of gifts, they had flung on their backs,
And they all looked like peddlers, just opening their packs.
(more to come)
25-Dec-2014 03:02:29
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25-Dec-2014 03:13:08
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ShesInTheBin
