A/N: Happy Christmas Eve everyone! This is just some crap I pulled out of my butt last night, and by no means is it meant to be one of my finest pieces of work. This has probably been done before, and on a much better scale, but still, please try to enjoy! I would love to see reviews on how bad my poetry and rhyming skills are! Ta~
A Mercenary Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the base,
Not a chuckle was given, not even a trace.
The weapons were cleaned, shined, and stored with care,
While Soldier was ranting on what soon would be there.
~x~
The Pyro was dreaming all snug in his bed,
While Sniper was drinking and downing his meds.
The Heavy and Medic were nestled up too,
The sound of sweet jazz filling their rooms.
~x~
When suddenly the Demo arose from his slumber,
Shouting nonsense and gibberish while staring in wonder.
The dark base lights lit up in a blaze,
As a couple of mercs tried to make sense of his haze.
~x~
Eventually, though, everyone was awake,
As the clatter and clanking caused foreheads to ache.
The Demo, who was passed out drunk on the floor,
Caused havoc and mayhem and trouble galore.
~x~
Miss Pauling arrived at the very brink of dawn,
All the while attempting to stifle her yawn.
The young girl managed to calm down the tough crowd,
In hopes that her mercs wouldn't get all that loud.
~x~
Her dream was short lived as a high shrill erupted;
The Spy's beauty sleep had been interrupted.
He glared at the Scout who held his hands in protest,
As he pointed to Demo, who was flat on his chest.
~x~
The Frenchman snorted and marched over to him,
Poking his side as his expression was grim.
The Scott mumbled, sighed, and twitched in his sleep,
He let out a belch which echoed loud and deep.
~x~
Flinching back in disgust, the Spy sighed again,
Deciding it was time to say his "amens."
He left the scene with a finger to Scout,
Who held up his shoulders and let out a pout.
~x~
The chaos unfurled as everyone bickered,
The only thing stopping them was a loud snicker.
Helen was standing with a bag on her back,
A wicked grin present as she pulled out her sack.
~x~
She opened the bag and pulled something black,
The Soldier had whimpered, earning him a smack.
The coal in her hands was flammable and dry,
So she handed it to Pyro with a smirk that was sly.
~x~
She reached in once more, pulling out a long bullet,
And handed it to Sniper, who told Soldier to, "cool it."
She repeated the process with each of her mercs,
Even though the entire year they had acted like jerks.
*~Fin~*
Have a Merry Christmas everyone!