Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the match
Not a ship was stirring, Not even in Nova-core
The stockings were hung by the Orca with care
In hopes that St. Cutter soon would be there
The premade were nestled all snug in their cloaks
While visions of explosions danced in their heads
And Protector in his cruiser and Vex in his 'scort
had just settled our brains for a long winters match
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter
Away to the starboard he flew like a flash
Tore into the fight and threw out his FAW
The sun on the asteroids and new-fallen debrie
Gave a luster of midday to the objects about
When what to my wondering eyes did appear
but a miniature Cruiser and 4 fleet mates so dear
With a little Greek so lively and quick
I knew in a moment he was kind of a dick :P
More rapid than eagles his premade they came
"Now Vexashen, now Protector, now Bottle and Greek
On Armsman, on Brody, on Jolly and Elric!
To the top of the map up over the planet
Now warp away, warp away, warp away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
So up to the limits the premade they flew
With the ships full of cannons, And St Cutter too
And then, In a twinkling, I heard up above
The dancing and spinning of each deadly ship.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down through the middle came St Cutter without a sound.
His ship spewed out fire and brimstone from head down to toe
His enemies were all tarnished with explosions from their foe
A bundle of torpedoes he flung at their back
And he looked like the grim reaper just tee-bagging his sack
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheecks were like roses, his nose kinda scary!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was from too much pvp
The stump of a pipe, bitten in half with such anger!
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath
He had a broad face and little round belly
That shook when he raged, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was angry and rage filled, a right evil old elf,
And I cringed when I saw him, in spite of myself:
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had everything to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And killed all those Nova-core; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the map he rose;
He sprang into the fray, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all few like the path of a missile.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight-
Hapyy Christmas to all and to Nova-Core Gouda fight!
