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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Tyria Not a creature was stirring, not even a skritt. The ugly stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Elder Dragon’s would not soon be near. The Lion Guard were nestled all snug in their gear, While visions of Karmir danced in their heads
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my bow, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s stow.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the perch to see what was the matter. Away with my arrows that flew like a flash, whistling and gutting they tossed up some stash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the luster of Sunrise to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes apear,
But a Asurian’s sleigh, and miniature tamini steer. With a earthy driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be toymaker Tixx.