T'was The Night Before ToV...

[Spyder73]

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through ToV,
not a creature was stirring, not even me.
The loot was hung in guild bank with care,
in hopes that Lord Pint soon would be there.

The raiders were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of Vulak danced in their heads.
And Florid in her 'kerchief, and Oleris in his cap,
had just loot distribution, so to west commons they cap.

When out on the Wake-up-channel there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Through the 16 hour window, it flew like a flash,
logged into P99, for there were dragons to bash.

Asgardians on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to the Dragon below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a Sontalak and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little time to spare, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment I was about to be sick.
More rapid than eagles, the BDA zerg they came,
and Chest chortled and shouted and called them by name:

"Now Cucks! Now Slaves!
Now, Trolololol and Juevento!
On, Rebbon! On, Kekephee!
On, Nibblewitz and Filbus !
To the top of the zoneline!
To the top of the wall!
Now Zerg away! Zerg away!
Zerg away all!"

As the death loop takes hold, and away the XP flies,
when the dragon they try to kill, mounts to the sky
so into the death loop BDA flew,
with a sleigh full of no loot, and an angry Chest too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard it so clear
the prancing and pawing of Asgardians near.
As I drew on my headphones and was loggin in,
down the chimney came Pint with an FTE win.

He was dressed in gleaming armor, from his head to his foot,
While Chests clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle loot Pint had flung on his back,
He had the loot of ten dragons, just from opening his pack.

Treeborn's eyes-- how they twinkled so merry!
Sopinak's cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
Alivya's droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
Siza had smoke encircling his head like a wreath.
Bollokks had a broad face and a little round belly,
that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

Chest was chubby and plump, a rustled old elf,
and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A twitch of his eye and a spasm of his head
Him get FTE? I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and the death loop continued, wow what a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, feigning death he choose.

Pint sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew with their loot like a missile.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy X-mas Asgardians, BDA “keep your butt hole tight”!"