Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Inn
Scarce a creature was stirring; not a Grugg nor a Kaelyn.
The postings were watched in Recruitment with care,
In hopes a new game might be announced there.
A few Innmates were lounging all snug in the chat,
While some curiously pondered, “Where’s Olan at?”
And Big Al with his mustache, and LD with its wrap,
Had just gone on hiatus due to this holiday crap!
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
Odyson left the bar to see what had shattered.
Away to the door he lumbered like a bear
And YeOlde and Pit F(r)iend followed him there.
The dust that had gathered on a lot of the threads
Made it tricky to see and left them scratching their heads.
But they then saw a sight that warranted a laugh;
A giant Big Wheel being pulled by the Staff.
With a little old driver, dressed as a dwarven spellcaster,
They knew in a moment it must be the Webmaster.
More rapid than gryphons his minions they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
“Now, Addy! Now, Almerin! Now Tann’Talas and Raven!
On, Ayrn! On, Meri! Dang it, Eol, quit misbehavin’!
To the maps of Audalis! No! To the forums instead!
Get this Big Wheel movin’, or I’m shaving your heads!”
As many a Fast and Furious driver has tried,
When they met with an obstacle, Big Wheel Power-slide!
So up to the Inn’s roof the staff members flew,
With Olan on a Big Wheel and some jingle bells, too!
And then, in a twinkling, was heard on the roof,
The sounds of stumbling and someone said, “oof!”
The Innmates they flinched and started turning around,
When out of the fireplace Eol came with a bound!
He was dressed up like Santa for some crazy reason,
And the look in his eye said “Facelickin’ Season!!!”
The Innmates who’d gathered were taken aback,
Wondering who’d be the victim of
this Facelick attack?
His eyes - how they twinkled! His dimples – how merry!
But that grin and that tongue were really quite scary!
He ka-jingle-pounced Pyro with a shout of “Ho, ho, ho,”
But suddenly hung in mid-air as someone yelled; “Whoa!”
He strained and he struggled and he gritted his teeth,
But the other mods had restrained him with tinsel and a wreath!
He begged and he pleaded and rubbed at his belly,
“Aw guys, lemme go! They taste just like jelly!!!”
He was good and entangled, that face-licking elf,
And the Innmates, all laughing, cheered; “Facelick
yourself!”
A wink of Vanadia’s eye and a nod of Brom’s head,
Had let them all know they had nothing to dread.
The mods spoke not a word, but went straight to their work,
And bound up that elf with the face-licking quirk.
Once he was wrapped from his head to his toes,
They tugged on his tether and up the chimney he rose.
Back on his Big Wheel, Olan gave his whip a crack,
And away the thing flew with Eol tied to the back.
And they heard the rest exclaim, ‘ere they drove out of sight,
“Merry Christmas, you Innmates, there’ll be no facelicks tonight!”
((Couldn't help myself! Happy Holidays, folks!))
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