'Twas the night before Smissmas
And all through the fort
Not a newbie was mustering a stupid retort
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In the hopes that some drops soon would be there
The Pyros were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of Backburners danced in their heads
And Demo in the corner, and I on the cap
Had just settled some bombs for a nice sticky trap
When out in the hallway arose such a clatter
I sprang from my camping to see what was the matter
Away to the intelligence I flew like a flash
I pulled out my melee to kill f2p trash
The intel was sitting and basking in light
And to my surprise there was no reason to fight
For, what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a miniature van, and eight tiny reindeer
With a smelly ass driver, swift as a viper
I knew in a moment it was a free to play sniper
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
" NOW CODTARD, NOW TRYHARD, NOW QUICKSCOPE AND NOSCOPE,
ON PUBCHAMP ON SPAWNCAMP, UNUSUAL COMPLETIST AND PC ELITIST!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
So up to the desk top the coursers they flew
With a sleigh full of dirty hats- and F2P sniper too
He was dressed all in lime, from his head to his foot
And his hat was all tarnished with jarate and soot
A bundle of items was flung on his back
And he looked like a scout just punched in the sack:
His unusuals — how they twinkled! His dimples: how merry,
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the stubble of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the Effect: Smoking it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face, and a slim little belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly:
He was slender and bishi, a right jolly old player,
And he wore so much lime green, it was painful to stare;
A crack of a fart and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had a lot to dread…
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; and laughed like a jerk,
And laying his finger inside of his nose
And giving a nod, to the menu he rose.
He sprung to his van, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight —
"MERRY SMISSMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!"
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