The Night Before Winter Veil
‘Twas the night before Winter Veil and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, sans a click of the mouse The presents were stored by the tree with great care, In hopes that Grand’ Winter would soon be there; The orphans were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of Pandaren Brew danced in their heads; And my guildie in her ‘kerchief, and I in my helm, Had just settled down for a long battle-ground, When out of the mine there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my mammoth to see what was the matter. Away to the entrance I jogged like a flash, Tore open the door as I threw up the latch. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to the objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be thine old Ghost! More rapid than gryphons his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; “Now, Vashj! Now, Kael! On Yogg and Arthas! On, Neth! On Bornakk! On Zarhym and Metzen! To the top of the arena! Don’t scale those walls! Now sprint away! Dash away!
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