16/08/2012 in Warhammer 40K
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the base
Not a xenos was stirring, nor warships in space;
The banners were hung from the halls with care,
In hopes Father Christmas would soon would be there;
The Ultras were nestled all snug in their cells,
To visions of dancing nuns tugging their bells;
Milo in black kecks, while Dick in his cap,
Had just settled down for a read and a crap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Dick banged his head seeing what was the matter.
Away to the window Brin flew like a flash,
His nostrils and bare chest were speckled with hash.
The moons on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave t’lustre of mid-day to the Smurf base below,
When, what to their upgraded eyes should appear,
But Marneus Calgar, pissed on cheap beer.
“It’s f*****g Christmas, lads! MERRY CHRISTMAS ONE AND ALL! Haaa-up-burrrrrp!”