T'was The Night Before Christmas - Toro Edition

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T'was The Night Before Christmas - Toro Edition

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A Visit From Snow
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the server
Not a player was stirring, not even a GM;
The events were planned by the Event Team with care,
In hopes that Fluff RP soon would be there;
The players were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of lore items danced in their heads;
And Kitty in her Skitty shirt, and Kc in his cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the server there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to my laptop to see what was the matter.
Away to the server I flew like a flash,
Tore open the minecraft.exe and threw in the address.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes saw and gathers,
But a miniature GM and eight tiny event staffers,
With a northern man so lively and much gusto,
I knew in a moment it must be Snow.
More rapid than delibirds his staff they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Chak! now, Skol! now Adam and Ben!
On, Hips! on, Shadex! on, Chaos and good friend Peyten!
To the south of Toro! to the frozen river!
Now dash away! dash away! We have joy we must deliver!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So down to the river the staff they flew
With the inventories full of lore items, and Snow too—
And then, in a moment, I heard on the teamspeak
The chattering and planning of each little staff.
As I flew to the Kibo Temple, and was looking around,
Down by the river Snow came with a bound.
He was in Theo’s skin but with Christmas cheer, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with snow and ice;
A bundle of lore items he had shown that all seemed nice.
His voice—how cheerful! his skin, how HD!
His skin was like a painting, his outfit red as a cherry!
His droll little eyes was drawn up like a sky,
And the scars on his face was as gray as Gemini;
The stump of a candy cane he held tight in his teeth,
And the smell of peppermint, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old moderator,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of being the skin’s creator;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the Ice Biome with builds; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside the escape key,
And giving a click, off server he went and soon there was nobody;
He sprang to his Teamspeak, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all logged off like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he logged out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
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