'twas a cool Christmas eve
As the heavy began to heave
His precious mini gun to base
To eat turkeys stuffed with paste
The scout was being an ass
While actually trying to prove he was the best
By running circles around the rest and making a big mess
Said the engi as he ran
Don't bother your not even a man
In reply the scout hit him with a fan and
Marked him for death
Thereby ruining engi's very complicated math
That hurt
He whined
As he sat on the table
Being fussed by a medic
Who was supposed to be trying to ladle
Soldiers tasteless soup
All of them screamed
As a fat man come
Its Santa!
Wait, no, it's just heavy
He seemed to be very happy
As he lugged Sasha behind him
Cooing baby songs to her?him?
Ze medic said
All that noise has gone to my head
The engineer seems to be made out of bread!
The Demoman was drunk
Throwing up piles of gunk
The spy, pyro and sniper
Seemed to be very hyper
As they unwrapped their Presents with glee
Screamed the soldier
Old nick will have your heads
For being so very bad
And unwrapping presents beforehand
None paid attention
As the scout slipped of to bed
Sniggering at the fact
That he had stolen all the snacks
And they were too busy being mad
To notice the Demoman
Singing about being glad
To be able to get mad
And blame it on
Whiskey that Santa gave him
After hearing his whims
That was what Christmas was like, at 2 o'clock at night
At the Teuford map tonight
