A voice was heard crying ,HoHoHo .. it was Grand !
As I left the pub, what did i happen to see,
Why Frostys old top had it appeared to be ,
As I reached out to touch , a scream ripped the air,
It seems that this year Saint Nick doesnt want to play fair.
So i ran for the Hills to hide out in Alt 2 ,
and there found a button , was shiney and blue .
I couldn't resist, I just had to reach out ,
and as i heard my own death, I was ready to shout.
Still rumors of presents were plenty this night ,
was only a matter of one comming in sight.
So I searched high and low for my gift of Noel,
But all i could find was a big lump of Coal.
I had to search on , cuz i knew i was good,
And suddenly there it was , right where i stood!
A checkered present with a bright golden bow,
but what it might do to me I couldn't know.
As i reached down to grab it , with greed in my eyes ,
I felt very odd, you cant imagine my suprise !
I quickly checked my health and my stat ,
And realized that St Nick was not quite such a rat.
As I logged for the night dreading next days grunting,
I wished all happy holidays and good hunting . .
poem by LadyKris__PHNX
