Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the IPA house
Not a creature was stirring
No demon or mouse
Our stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that no demonic forces would soon be there
We IPAers were nestled all snug in our beds
While visions of spells, swords, and laser guns all slammed in their heads.
We were hurtin and zapped
We were trying in vain to get a simple Christmas nap.
Then out on the lawn came a huge howl
We sprang from our beds what was wrong now
Away to the balcony we sped
Ran into the door and hurt my head
The moon rested in the Christmas Eve sky
Gave a serene view to my tired eyes
When onto our peaceful lawn should come
But a vicious army and eight mighty dragons
With a little old leader so full of vile and remort
I swore for a moment he was the brother of Voldermort
More rapid than beagles his army they came
He snarled yelled and growled their names
Move it Emo, go Mitco, on Limire and Norgrad on Frast
Get Deshon, go Lasen, and Fred
Light you torch or cannon ball
Now move it we gotta catch them all.
As chickens that run before they fry
We run for the weaponry before we die
So up to the armory we IPAers flew
D, Talica, Daacwen, KayLey, Me, and Carroll too
Then all the sudden I heard on the stoop the beating and banging oh crap we’re doomed
As we grabbed our swords and ran down
In came our intruders with a crashing sound
Some were wearing fur to cover their head and feet
Others looked like they where a giant beet
No weapons just bundles they carried
Whatever lie in them when it opened we’d be ready
But as they dumped the sacks die we would Shirley
But what we saw made our jaws drop in a hurry
Piled on the floor lay cakes and honey golden yellow
Along with gifts, turkey, and Mellow Yellow
Magically, scanning the goods safe they were to be
Oh goodness could these things come in honest peace
We looked out our intruders waiting quiet and steady
Except those that were wobbling like molded jelly
Forward stepped the old leader Megor he called himself
He laughed when he saw our faces we laughed ourselves
We came this eve of the Christmas to bring gifts he said
Soon we understood we had nothing to dread
We gave a thankful word and went straight to work
And began feast making we all felt like jerks
Then we feasted the army and IPA
As the evening wore on the mood raised
Soon our guests rose and adieu they bade
And they all left calmly, but would fight another day
And we heard them shout into the night
Happy Christmas you guy, but after New Year we fight!