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T'was the night before Frostfell,
When all thru the hut,
Not a creature was scavenging,
Not even a gnoll pup.
The boots were all hung,
In the Guild Hall with care,
In hopes that Santug Claugg,
Soon would start to appear.
The guildies were nestled,
All snug in their beds,
While visions of jumjum cakes,
Danced in their heads.
Milady in her manarobe,
And I in my skullcap,
Had just settled down,
For a long winter's nap.
When out on the plains,
I heard such a splatter,
I went to the guard tower,
To see what was the matter.
When what to my dark elven,
Eyes should appear,
But a miniature chariot,
And eight tiny owlbears.
More rapid than griffons,
His courses they came,
And he /yelled and /shouted,
And called them by name;
"Now, Jibantik! Now, Kebab!
Now, Lobekr! and Jobn!
On, Jabober! On, Jobtik!
On, Goner and Xebeken!"
And then, in a flicker,
I heard on the roof straw,
The scratching and pawing,
Of each little claw.
As I drew in my sword,
And was turning around,
Down the chimney,
Santug Claugg fell to the ground!
He was dressed all in plate,
From his head to his toes,
And his armor was all garnished,
With multiple brownie arrows.
A bundle of toys,
He had stashed in his pack,
And he looked like a cobbler,
I saw once in Neriak.
His eyes how they shimmered,
His nostrils how hairy!
His cheeks were like rose quartz,
His nose like honey berry!
His big crooked mouth,
Was drawn up like a crossbow,
And the beard on his chin,
Was as white as a frost giant toe.
His enchanted carved halfling pipe,
He clenched tight in his lips,
And the smoke shined and shimmered,
Like a stack of bone chips.
He had a round little face,
And the smirk of a noob,
His belly shook when he laughed,
Like a gelatinous cube.
He was thick like a tump stump,
A right smelly old ogre,
And I laughed when I saw him,
Despite the intruder.
A tip of his helm,
And a twirl of his spear,
Soon let me see,
I had nothing to fear.
He cast not a spell,
But went straight to his deed,
And filled all the boots;
Then turned with haste's speed.
And laying his gaunlet,
Right next to his snout,
And giving a /wave,
He let himself out.
He levied to his sled,
To his owlbears gave a sign,
And away they all flew,
Like a train to the zoneline.
But I heard him /shout,
As he drove out of sight...
"Happy Frostfell to all, and to all a good fight."