Merry Christmas everyone!
Twas the night after battle, in the Hawke estate
Orana was cooking: Hawke was out late
Enchantments were made by Sandal with care
As Bodahn hoped Hawke soon would be there
The mabari lay on his master's bed
While visions of horn-heads danced through his head
The meal was prepared, the estate all clean
And a gleam of pride shone in the servants' eyes
When outside the door there arose such a clatter
The servants froze, wondering what was the matter
Opening his eyes and standing post
The mabari growled, as though sensing a ghost
The light of the fire on marble flooring
Showed that midday could be rather boring
When what to their wondering eyes should appear
But Mistress Hawke with her beloved knife-ear
Their arms interlocked, their eyes like doves
The servants knew that they were in love
Covered in blood they seemed not to care
For together they entered the Hawke lair
"Oh Mistress you're home! I'm so very pleased!"
Orana said, hands clasping in glee
"Enchantment go boom!" Sandal said happily
"I fixed it I did" Bodahn said quickly
Smiling at each, the young Hawke praised
Her servants for dealing with the hell she raised
Glowing with pride, the tan elf stepped up
"To victories, who will raise the first cup"
And then to their wonder, they heard at the door
More laughter and knocking, reciting old lore
The elf had turned and opened the way
To Aveline, Varric, and Isabella to stay!
They were covered in snow, but seemed warm enough
From their laughter and singing, they seemed not so tough
Their worries forgotten, their problems aside
They couldn't have frowned, even if they had tried
The mabari pranced, as Sandal clapped
Oranna smiled, and Bodahn laughed
Each with a pint, they cheered to life
And drank their fill, into the night
As the night wore on, Isabella grew restless
She straddled Varric, massaging his chest hair
Oranna stood, with Aveline near
Speaking so no one else could hear
The estate was warm, happy and bright
The first time ever since after the blight
Though Mother was gone, her sister a Warden
Hawke let her mood never once dampen
The feast was brought out, the smells divine
Roast beast and salad, with old Tevene wine
Everyone sat and all grew silent
Their mouths full, save for chewing all was quiet
Twas a night to remember, a night of the ages
A bond formed, unfortold by sages
As dawn came, and night turned to day
Asleep in chairs, not beds they lay
I actually had to look the original poem up: I didn't know how long it was!