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'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the burg
All the hosts were ganking, causing a scourge
The summons were waiting by the spawn without care
In hopes that an invader soon would be there;

The invaders were smote all smug in their spawns
While summons of praise the sun danced like pawns
And the host in her giants set and I in my sack
Had just ninja flipped for a rapier to the back

When out of the little room there arose such a spammer
I rolled from the host right into smoughs hammer
Away to the ladder I flew while they flasked
Popped a humanity and shuddered at what Kaathe had asked

The shield on my back gave a sickly green glow as I
gave the gesture of shrug to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature havel with a dragon slayer spear.

With a little old havel, so laggy and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be a dick
More vapid than zombies, his summons they came,
and he well what is it and his gesture showed me no shame

"Now Masher! Now spammer!
Now, twopper and Flasker!
On, beader! On, Hornet!
On, Wogger and Masker!
To the bottom of the burg
From the top of the wall!
Now Mash away! Mash away!
Mash away all!"

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