The Night Before Winter Veil

'Twas the night before Winter Veil and every through the house
Not a someone was stirring, sans a click of the mouse

The presents were stored by the tree with enthusiastic care,
In hopes that Grand' Winter would soon be there;

The orphans were nestled every dripless in their beds,
While visions of Pandaren Brew danced in their heads;

And my guildie in her 'kerchief, and I in my helm,
Had just effected down for a long battle-ground,

When discover of the mine there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my large to wager what was the matter.

Away to the entrance I jogged same a flash,
Tore unstoppered the door as I threw up the latch.

The slug on the boob of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a picture sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a lowercase older driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it staleness be thine older Ghost!

More fast than gryphons his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and titled them by name;

"Now, Vashj! Now, Kael! On Yogg and Arthas!
On, Neth! On Bornakk! On Zarhym and Metzen!
To the crowning of the arena! Don't bit those walls!
Now running away! Dash away! Intercept absent all!"

As dry leaves that before the druid hurricane fly,
When they foregather with an elite, increase to the sky,

So up to the mountain-top the coursers they flew,
With the ride full of faerie bombs, and Dr. Crawler too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the mine
The prancing and pawning of apiece tiny nerf.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down from the sky Dr. Crawler came with a bound.

He was dressed every in twill, from his nous to his foot,
And his clothes were every tarnished with trolls and soot;

A bundle of nerfs he had flung on his back,
And he looked same a dev having just tossed back whatever Jack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! His nerfs how merry!
He smote those trolls, and then nerfed their parry!

His droll lowercase mouth was drawn up same a bow,
And the jib of his lineament laughed at the epic-so-ammo;

The vex of a pipe he held dripless in his teeth,
And the respiration it decorated his nous same a wreath;

He had a broad grappling and a crazy pally stroll,
That shook, when he nerfed their drunken grappling roll.

A wink of his receptor and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to undergo that I had everything to dread;

He crosspiece but quaint word, and went straightforward to work,
Nerfing my class correct in-front of my berth;

And birthing his finger divagation of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the mine's surround he rose;

He sprang to the sleigh, discover of arrange of my Storm,
And absent they every flew same the down of the Nogg';

But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew discover of sight,

"Happy Winter Veil's to all, and to every a nerffing night!"

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