‘Twas in the Weeks before Winterveil, and all through the Guild,
People were cheering, for a boss had been killed ..

We had wiped on him plenty, then wiped a bit more,
before those four rotten mutts were dead on the floor..

Onto the next boss we went, filled with zeal with pride,
From the graveyard we crept, rezzed ourselves and cried ..

We shall kill him tonight, or maybe next week,
but our raiding outlook is currently bleak ..

For Winterveils coming, and no matter our plans,
The ability to raid will be out of our hands ..

As people go AWOL to open up presents,
to visit family half consider unpleasant ..

To look after kids, screaming of their heads,
Who you wish were sedated and quietly on meds,

To watch grandparents drift off to sleep and begin to snore.
As the smoke from the barbie drifts in through the door,

To sweat and to swelter through terrible heat,
Then watching yacht races when everyone’s beat,

To drink and be merry and eat till they are filled,
To scream in horror at what to their credit cards been billed ..

Slackers! Layabouts! We must raid! Some said,
But raiding at Winterveil’s like raising the dead..

Guild chat goes quiet, it happens all week,
hardly anyone is on, and nobody speaks..

Its winterveil we know, we don’t blame you, it is nobodys fault,
But it gives you all a month of gearing, before coming back to the Vaults!

So Merry Christmas Northern Dragons, go revel, drink and be filled with cheer,
We shall be back to our raiding and beating Battlechat next Year!

To others who read this and look on in wonder,
Seasons Greetings to you, from all us Down Under!

Also how awesome is that Christmas Tree! You should go and check it out on the artists deviant art page .. as well as some of his other most excellent pieces. http://3dxstudios.deviantart.com/