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Delzounblood
Senior Scribe
United Kingdom
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 Posted - 24 Dec 2006 : 23:33:38
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As I write it's 11:20 PM GMT
It's the night before Christmas and all through the house.
Not a thing is moving, apart from the anthropormorhic personification of St Nick. (ie: me putting prezzies on the foot of mt kids beds).
Sorry............
Apart from a mouse.
The Ogres are meeting under the stair, to catch poor santa quite un-aware.
The Elves are singing, The dwarves, taken to drink.
The Hin are all sleeping, in dreams they think.
Of santa desending thier chimneys at night, giving the burgulars a terrible fright!
The Goblins are cooking, in thier stew pot, The bones of some stupid adventurer that they caught.
Elminster is thinking of his foes, and of all the bunions on his toes.
The Blackstaff is trimming his beard so neat, dreaming of kissing Elminsters feet!
And as I tell this story to you, Santa has stolen YOUR FR COLLECTION too........
Merry Christmas One and All
Delz the Christmas poet (Waterdeep Uni FAILED)
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