'Twas the night before christmas, and all through Stormreach,
A faint call for weapons and platnum, could be heard from the Drizzzzzzzts of Korthos Beach,

Arlos had scampered, back to his loving kobold bride,
While the adventurers kept battling the wake, of the notorious Blood tide,

Haywire was tinkering, on yet another creation,
Another death by a ranger, had H4X in exclamation,

Four adventurers toasted, the suceess of another,
Silly enough to work for them, as if as their brother,

Capshaw chuckled with amusement with every adventurer flying by,
Those missed coins jumps.... you'll wind up with a black eye!

Santa-Trikos, at his workshop, made presents galore,
His not quite elven leuitenents, helped to manage the store,

Meteroswarm goodies & poisonous treats,
cleaving attacks for the kiddies and teleports to stain sheets,

Santa-trikos loved adventurers, wether straight, drunk or stoned,
For they were the only ones, that could send him back home,

The final battle was fierce, and raged through the night,

And as the dust settled, and Santa-trikos faded from sight,

The adventurers had opened their presents, to the red ones delight,

Santa-trikos called out


Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good fight!