Twas the night before christmas
and all through the guild
everyone was stirring
for the raid to be soon held

Blades were soon sharpened
spells were quickly spun
and requests came flowing
for the now active jewelers fund

But the occasion was not joyous
for there was a horrid tale
Of many kendrid elves held in slavery
and forced to work a living .....well

They were forced to work in shackles
And edible goo was their fare
They worked for a cruel master
who for their health did not care

So the seekers came to pay a visit
Upon this creature this night
to free their captured Brethren
To lead them to the light

Then the cry came from Foladen
to attack with no mercy
to beat the merciless beast
and take your time do not hurry

Twas Dinia and Hrvatsko
and Shraeven and Nekkon
there was Trinitii and Blackmaer
and of course. Dip was not forgotten

Onward they charged
with lust for battle in their eyes
while singing out
"The Fat man must die!!!"

And on fought the guild
and not a single one was slew
for those who stand against us
are far and very few

When the dust had cleared
and the battle was over
of the enemy only one stood
the fat man, the reindeer lover

With a sense of irony
(and a good sense of humor)
They chained him to his own sled
and spread a few good rumors