12-25-2013, 05:46 AM
![[Image: happysammas_zps9c2cef24.png]](http://i582.photobucket.com/albums/ss269/dilnikas/happysammas_zps9c2cef24.png)
'Twas the night before Veil, when all thro' the home
Not a figure was stirring, not even a Gnome;
The stockings were hung by the fire with care,
In hopes that Greatfather Winter soon would be there;
The children were nestled, all tucked in and fed,
When they were suddenly filled with a feeling of dread;
An imp was tip-toeing by the edge of their beds.
In little more than a flash and a glare of malevolence,
This vile little thing committed acts to incense;
Presents over his shoulder, he burst through the door,
The Dwarves didn't need a hero this much before.
Not a figure was stirring, not even a Gnome;
The stockings were hung by the fire with care,
In hopes that Greatfather Winter soon would be there;
The children were nestled, all tucked in and fed,
When they were suddenly filled with a feeling of dread;
An imp was tip-toeing by the edge of their beds.
In little more than a flash and a glare of malevolence,
This vile little thing committed acts to incense;
Presents over his shoulder, he burst through the door,
The Dwarves didn't need a hero this much before.
Spoiler: