The Night Before Crit-mas. (aka When Santa Claws Comes to Tal'Dorei) by Quillmoore T. Dragon
T'Was the Night Before Crit-mas, and all through the Cave
Not a CREATURE was stirring, not even a Nott the Brave;
The gold and jewels were piled with care
In hopes that Santa Claws soon would be there
The wyrmlings were nestled all snug in the nest
With dreams of which adventureing class tasted best
Momma Dragon setting chests out for the bait
I settled into the nest, ready to hibernate
When at the cave mouth there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my nest to see what was the matter
Away to the entrance I flew like a stirge
The fire in my belly ready to purge.
Selune on the breast of the fresh-fallen Snow
My darkvision showed clearly all objects below
When, what to my magnificent dragon eyes should appear
But a miniature sleigh, and 8 delicious reindeer
Should I eat the deer first, or is that a faux-pas
Then I saw the driver and knew it was Santa Claws
More rapid than quicklihngs his courses they came
And some adventures passed and he called them by name
"On Vex on Vax on Scanlan and Grog
On, Trinket, on Percy on Keyleth and Kershaw
On top of the mountain, beware of the cage"
Grog said with a smile: "I would like to RAGE"
"Before you head off I have a gift for you all
And I should give it to you quick, before the snow starts to fall
You see Christmas Magic is in the air, and the stars are align
Let me introduce you to my friends, The Mighty Nein."
Yasha was dressed all in fur, from her head to her foot
Calebs clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot
A bag full of sweets Jester flung on her back
Beau flexed all her muscles, showing off her 6-pack
Fjord looked at his sword wanting a snack
Caduceus made some tea that he pulled from his pack
Veth’s eyes - how they twinkled, her dimples how merry
Her cheeks were like roses, her flask full of sherry
Santa Claws had his pipe held tight in his teeth
And the magical smoke circled his head like a wreath
He had a face like a elf and a round little belly
That shook, when he laughed like a monstrous cube of jelly
He was chubby and plump, which was odd for an elf
The two groups shared a moment, in spite of themselves
With a wink of his eye and a twist of his head
The crafty old archfey left their connection unsaid
He said not a word, his blessing was done
Mighty Nein and Vox Machina, together as one
The moment was past, but it brought joy to the World
Like a Mercer selling Cloth, his plan had unfurled
This is a fleeting gift, for you two groups are as one
Sharing friendship and adventure and joy and Fun
With a wink of his eye the blessing started to fail
But not before handshakes, and hugging... and Ale!
Santa sprang to his sleigh, to his deer gave a whistle
The Mighty Nein disappeared like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew off like a jet
Merry Crirt-Mas to all, and Is It Thursday Yet?
A lighthearted thank you to all the wonderful people at Critical Role. We appreciate you and you have helped more than you know. And a very merry holiday season to everyone.
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