The Visit with apologies to Clement Clark Moore 'Twas the night before Kawmas and all through the castle the pigs and the squids had laid down without hassle. The pinion boots hung with their spiky toes out in hopes that kaw_comm would give them a shout. The sh were gathered down deep in their guild hoping that someone would increase their build. Pop in his armor and me in breastplate, were struggling with battles, staying up late. When down from the Hoarfrost there came a big "whack". I thought that perhaps I should send some feedback. Off to the forums I clicked in a daze and missed the entire bar of pot phase. But then in my newsfeed a guy did apply. I clicked on view profile and thought "oh my my". A huge cs player who seemed oh so merry. I knew all at once "He's a big eb faery". More rapid than Moose, his ebs they came. He stole and he potted and called them by name. "Now Calydor, now Thorak, now Jorathe and Scrag, on Hawthorn, on Moutos, and Apheriun the hag". At the top of the roster he shone like a star Attacking and scouting and killing the bar. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work. The rest of the clan could do nothing but lurk. Then posting emoji into our clan chat he left like a ghost, fast as a bat. And after he left and our eb was saved chat just it up as we cheered and we raved. But one thing repeated, most oftenly said, "Happy Christmas to all from the Knights of the Dead" Ho ho ho