There was a paladin named Ranter,
who popped next door for some banter.
He had gone for some loot
but was given the boot
so tried going back dressed as Santa.
This Christmas I'm writing to you
Our tw. friendship to warmly renew.
May the season be glad,
The best that you've had,
And all of your best wishes come true.
The new year is nigh
I need to noble some big guy
I rather cluster with barbs
But that would be like eating a rhubarb
I hope your year was sweet and not sour.
After new years-eve I pulled myself from the ground
To farm some juicy hauls, but guess what I found
My troops were still drunk
Laying slotted in a pile of junk
So I went to the bar, and asked for another round