On the 25th day of the dodeca-month,
The season of being ecstatically drunk,
On this very day, all over the world,
Who should arrive to each boy and girl,
But a merry ole’ scamp and his really wyrd sleigh!
He hops down the chimney, taking 20 with ease
To find all the kidlings asleep with their Z’s.
And while they sleep tight he quick steals their dreams!
(In case they contain inappropriate themes.)
He watches each one like he watches a play.
And once he’s observed all the kid’s desires,
He returns their dreams and stokes up their fires.
He hangs bags of holding, filled to the top
With stuffing and turkey and toys that go pop!
Then jumps up the chimney, all up and away.
This time he circles all ‘round the world,
Seeking a strange little psionic girl.
She’s a scout with powers that come from the mind
And that makes her not a real easy find
But this rogue can find her, every day!
While she dozes, her mind still blessed
By a goddess whose power will surely be best
The rogue leaves a bag of only type one
With a Ring of Fast Healing 5, oh what fun!
(And it casts Cure Moderate two times per day.)
On to the next, a dour old soul
Whose paladin brain is no fun at all.
Following the rules the best he can,
He leaves a gift for the furry lycan:
A thrice-useful brooch with prismatic spray!
The lizard-y cleric is not hard to find
After each day she has to unwind.
As a cohort she knows her chances are slim
So he gives her a stone to help her win.
A +1 to luck is a nice gift today!
One ninja hides in darkness so great
That even this rogue must resort to bait.
He leaves out a saucer of catnip and fish
And five oils of lightning for his sword’s wish.
With five extra dice his sword will slay.
The ghostly psion is hard to resist
But Heimdall’s heir must not be missed.
To risk it would be to invite much ire,
So he left the gift of resistance to fire!
Ten points from a belt made from a ray.
Lastly the soul who’s been here the longest.
He survived that fight but isn’t the strongest.
So here is a poison made of the cold
A DC of 20 plus 5 for the bold.
Twice, 2d4 drain to dex right away.
And with all his presents given and gone
Our rogue must quickly go and move on.
To each little kid in Manscell and Marth,
To every elven and dwarven hearth,
To every soul this X-mas day…
A thousand XP to all,
and long may you play!