'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