Posted 19 December 2019 - 11:56 PM
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a Trooper was stirring not even a mouse...
The loot bags were hung by Mabutu with care, in hopes that Saint Treasure soon would be there...
The dragons were nestled all snug in their nests, while visions of snacking and interactions all danced in their heads.
when arose from the nest, they heard such a clatter, it was tuesday night bingo and friday night splatter
In all their heads they plan to gather, and awaken the magic with some mysterious chatter...
Away to the door I ran nice and quick, tore open the closet and grabbed a big stick
The moon beams glowing on the new-fallen snow, gave the look of big hoof prints on the ground down below
When what to my wondering eyes did appear... but Santa on his sled pulled by 8 Dragon Reindeer!
With a jolly little driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nikkums.
More rapid than eagles his Dragons they came, And he wooped and whistled, and called them by name;
"Now, CLOVER! now, METSROCK! now, FANGSWORD and SOUTHERN! On, GLMONEY! on CASSIE! on, JANNIE and MONIKER!