Twas The Night Before Winter Veil
by Chris Herron
‘Twas the night before Winter Veil, when to my utter surprise
There stood Greatfather Winter, a sad look in his eyes
“What’s wrong with the big guy?” I asked a little green helper.
“The Greench nabbed our presents, and Metzen the Reindeer!
If we don’t get them back, I think winter veils over…
No feast, no toys, and no profits for stockholders.”
For the feast and the loot, I took up this quest,
Not to mention the children, goodwill and the rest…
So to Hilsbrad foothills I flew with great haste,
Just outside Growless Cave, I met the Greench face to face.
With a flash of my sword I leapt from my steed
“Give back the presents and Metzen, you unscrupulous fiend!!”
“ROWLGRRAHPPHLLTT!” He replied with a frown
It was then, as the yeti smashed my face into the ground
That I realized, I probably should have thought ahead
But alas, too late, I was already dead.
I respawned at the graveyard and began the run of shame
As and I approached, I saw a squat dwarf trying the same.
I ran to their side and joined in the frey,
popping potions and cooldowns, and slashing with blades
“We’re nay gonna make it!” He said in an odd tongue
“I can’t understand you, wrong faction, dumb dumb!”
And just as it seemed we were about to be slayed,
An Orc and a goblin came to our aid.
We pushed back the beast, but it wasn’t enough!
Until a Nightelf, a Wargan and a tauren showed up.
Together we fought, back to back, side by side
and as a unified people, we tore into it’s hide
And as the beast fell, the ground shook with its mass
The struggle was over, the Greench dead at last
That’s when all hell decided to break loose
Everyone flagged, and a battle ensued
Horde versus Aliance, the age old tradition
We’d worked together for an instant, but we weren’t humanitarians
Blood hit the snow, and the graveyard grew packed
I saw an opportunity, and leapt on Metzens back.
I snatched up the presents as we charged into the air
It may have been unsporting, but who really cares
In a matter of time we strolled back into Org
and as the townspeople saw us, their spirits all soared
“We at Smokywood Pastures appreciate the recovery of our treats!”
“For that, we’d like to offer you a special gift… a box full of meats!”
Winter Veil saved, Greatfather Winter’s smile grew wide
He lashed Metzen to his sled, and tossed the presents inside.
“You did a good deed, I have a gift for you now.”
“Just careful with that thing, you could put an eye out!”
Red Rider in hand, I watched with a stare
As he cracked his reigns once, and they took to the air
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, Mercer! now, Chilton! now, Jordan and Kaplan!
On, Nagle! on Pardo! on, Goodman and Metzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew out of sight-
“Happy Winter Veil to all, and to all a good night!”