Board 8 > Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

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Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
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Did people have such mice problems back then that it took a special occasion to not see one?
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pjbasis posted...

Did people have such mice problems back then that it took a special occasion to not see one?

Said the skeptical boy.

But no answers were to be had, not from Seuss or Tolstoy.
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For Seuss wrote of nonsense and Tolstoy just wars,
And the house sees neither, as the family snores.
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Until that one night, when all tucked away
A visitor came to ruin Christmas Day
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His name was Draven, hair frayed and black
This Christmas he'd finally launch his attack
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His axes a'twirling, his 'stache combed just right
He'd take what he wanted on this fateful night
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Your support player was what he eyed first
As he tossed out his axe with crazy bloodthirst
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His first ax throw was straight and true
It hit its mark, and the blood began to spew
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His vengeance so harsh
That this poem's format was changed
From couplet into haiku
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But Draven was quick
Even better than St. Nick
And changed it up once more on you
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Did you guys know the original story was actually going to be called

War, what is good for? Instead of War and Peace
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ABSOLUTELY nothing!

- said the man from Belize
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Johnbobb posted...

His name was Draven, hair frayed and black
This Christmas he'd finally launch his attack

Literally his current skin is this.
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